Had he come back to finish what he started?

The open window let in cold air, fragmenting Nicholas's expression in the shifting light.

He strode toward me, and I backed away.

Each step made my foot hurt more and more.

Suddenly, he caught my wrist. His voice was unexpectedly gentle, "Don't move. Let me change your bandage."

I froze, confused by this sudden change.

I watched as Nicholas carefully cradled my foot, ...