“You are back.” I scrambled upright, hiding my hand behind me as I stood.
“You cut yourself,” He stated. The cut throbbed like I sliced off more than a small bit of my palm. I backed away as he stepped forward but there was nowhere to go to, not with a desk behind me.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he crowded into my space.
“Let me see.” He reached behind me and pulled my hand from my back. “This will take a while to heal.” He murmured. The air around him made me feel strange.
“W- why?” I tried pulling my hand out of his but he held on steadfast. “What is wrong with you? Are you upset?” I asked and again I tried to be rid of his grip again but this time, his nails bit into my skin.
“You cut yourself with a poisoned weapon. Have you no sense, kitten? You were to protect yourself wi
