The little energy I had leaves me, and I sag against the tree. Alec catches me before I can fall down to the ground.
The hybrid's words keep playing in my head. Not about his cousin, but about the woman who was apparently coming for me.
“You are bleeding,” Alec’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
I give him a weary smile. “So are you,” I tell him, pointing at his midriff.
His black V-neck shirt was torn, and you could clearly see where the hybrid had ripped into him.
“This is nothing. I’ve faced worse,” he says so cockily that I feel like wiping his f*****g smile with a slap.
So have I, especially at his hands, but I have a low tolerance for pain. I just hate it so much. Pain is pain. Whether it’s a small cut or a huge one. None of them feel good.
“You don’t look too good,” Alec murmu
