"Are you..." He stopped. How could he ask if she was herself without offending her? She looked like the Beverly he knew but he couldn't be sure. Before he could come up with something better to say, Shaw walked past him.
"Beverly, are you okay?" He asked taking the knife from her and placing it on the kitchen counter. Then he took her hands and spun her around "Are you hurt?"
Roman bunched his fists.
"Yes, no, stop" she hissed "Stop doing that"
"Who did this?" His hard voice got Roman moving. He shoved Shaw aside and looked at the wounds behind the tattered clothes. She was covered in blood and the fact that some of it was hers made him growl.
"Who was it?"
"I would tell you if I knew but my guess is they're probably dead. Now care to tell me why you're here?"
"I want to ask
