Chapter 36: Tiffany, Part 3

Rowen stalks over to me, cleats tapping the floor as he walks. He takes my face gently in his hands and looks me over from head to toe.

"It's worse than it looks," I say holding onto his forearms. "It's a lot of blood for a split lip."

"And be careful of her head," Quincy says as Rowen goes to pull me closer. He draws back at her words and looks at me again, noticing the state of my hair for the first time. "She had a good chunk ripped out of the back. It's not bleeding anymore."

"Fuuuck," I hear off to the side and look over to see Daniel watching the scene unfold before him. He looks at Quincy and raises his eyebrows.

"Jessica," she says to him.

He sighs and squeezes the bridge of his nose. "Okay." That's all he says before turning around and walking away.

"Jessica Funderling?" Rowen asks Quincy. She nods and crosses her arms before looking at the floor. He looks back at me with a look of concern like I've never seen before. "Does it hurt bad?"

I shrug. "A little. But not as much as