Nina POV
I stood before the bathroom sink, my hands trembling beneath the warm water. The small trickles of blood swirled down the drain as I scrubbed my hands, my dull eyes fixed on the suds and the humming soothing sound of the running water coming from the faucet filled my ears.
Once I had washed off the blood stains, I switched off the tap and stared myself straight into the small round fancy wall mirror hanging on top of the sink.
I gazed at my reflection, my mind drifted, lost in sudden thoughts. Logan's face flashed again back in my head.
He seemed... he looked so much in pain, scrambles from nail cuts and the blood.
He sure did get in an intense fight with someone but who?
I saw nobody in that hallway, not even in the next.
The shock in his eyes, the disbelie
