Adonis Edward Praxis.
She’s past curfew but I pretend not to notice it.
Or rather, I pretend I’m not affected but the irritation burns through my veins like acid all the same. I stand in the garden, hands clasped behind my back, eyes trained on the hedges like I’m admiring them, when in truth I’m watching the entrance. Waiting.
And then she appears.
The moment she steps onto the path, I move.
She doesn’t see me. I reach out, drag her into the shadows, and she nearly screams before my hand clamps over her mouth.
“Sssh. It’s me. Quiet.” I murmur.
Her body goes still instantly.
Relief loosens her shoulders and then I see there’s something wrong.
I pull her hand away from her face, forcing her chin up, and my focus narrows on a cut. Small, but precise. jaw tightens as I guide her de
