“f**k, that hurts!” I glare at Rose.
“Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t the one who cut you open,” she remarks lifting her brow.
Of course I know that, but she could be cleaning my wounds and patching me up a bit more gently!
“You could have died, you know!” she gives me a pointed look. “This has to stop!”
“What?” I play dumb. She sighs and shakes her head.
“We are not blind. You haven’t been sleeping and eating properly. We gave you some space, but enough is enough. We need to figure this out before it kills you!”
I just sit on the couch and stare at my clasped hands, avoiding making eye contact with her and Teddy. I look up only when I hear the door to my room opening and closing.
“How is she?” Knox rushes in.
“Healing, should be good as new tomorrow,” is Rose’s answer.
“Wha
