SHE WOKE TO A SOUND at the door, a scraping sound. She glanced at the small digital clock on the bedside table. It was the middle of the night. She’d slept the day away. A click came, and the door swung open. Kaelyn leapt from the bed as fear stabbed at her.
“Rein?” she whispered at the shadow standing in the doorway.
He took a step closer. The dim light hit his face. It was Rein. Kaelyn gasped; he was covered in blood. He fell to his knees then collapsed to the floor. Kaelyn rushed to his side and shoved the door shut. “Rein, what happened?” She shoved him with all her might and rolled him over onto his back.
His right eye was swollen shut, his cheek bruised and bloodied. His lower lip was swollen and bleeding. She tore at his clothes, searching his chest and neck for wounds. Scrapes a
