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Zayne is sitting on the bed when I step out of the bathroom, my eyes hurt from crying. At how close I’d come to getting myself and Oliver killed, at scaring Zayne so badly. He thought he was going to find me broken, bleeding, or dead. A ring of silver appears in his eyes, he must be still pissed, and rightly so.

“Are you hurt?”

Tightening the knot on my towel at the side, I shake my head. His eyes remain glued to my forehead where I know there is a dark bruise from when I fell. Trailing to the little cut on my lip from where I got hit by one of the hunters.

“Where else?” darkness coats the words.

“Blow to the back of my head” I confess.

His fist clenched, his jaw tightening in restrained anger.

“It doesn’t hurt”

“They died too quickly, I would have dragged it out for weeks” his voice is low.

My hands fondle my towel once more eyes studying the hardwood floors, I try not to cry.

“Come here”

I blink back the tears and run to him. Climbing into his lap, I bury my face into his