Looking up into Rowan's eyes did nothing to douse the fire growing inside of me. His gentle hands were helping me up to my feet, always handling me with a tender hand, but I shoved it away from me. I didn't want him touching me. I didn't want him anywhere near me.
My shoulder was smeared with blood but seemed to clot very quickly. I tried to pull my sweater back up over my shoulder to no avail.
“Are you okay?" Rowan asked gently.
“No, I'm not. Don't touch me," I muttered bitterly. “I can't even look at you." I couldn't keep his gaze. I looked away. It just hurt so badly.
“Please, Astrid. I lo-"
“Don't you dare say that to me right now," I spat, those unrelenting tears crawling up my throat again. “You lied to me. I trusted you and you threw it back in my face."
“It's not that easy,"
