Mia looked so frustrated as she pushed her hands free from my grip. Her movements were sharp and restless, like she was trying to shake off everything she was feeling at once. Her face was flushed, her brows drawn together, and there was a fire in her eyes that I’d seen only a few times before.
"Did you get this from the girl you visited?!" she yelled, her voice cracking with a mix of anger and hurt.
I sighed, dragging a hand down my face before pinching the bridge of my nose. The dull throb at the back of my skull pulsed in time with my heartbeat. "Mia, it's just a cut. I'll be fine," I said to her, trying to keep my voice even.
But she didn’t agree.
She scoffed loudly, spinning on her heel so quickly her hair whipped behind her. She stormed back into her apartment without another wor
