HAZEL STYLES POV

"Hazel, don't you think you've chopped that cabbage enough?" Lena's loud voice startled me, and I flinched. A sharp pain bloomed on the tip of my finger as my head whipped in her direction.

"Oh my goodness, you got cut," she said, rushing toward me, but I raised my hand to stop her from getting closer.

"Don't worry, it's just a small cut," I choked out, then took a deep breath to settle my trembling. My gaze dropped to the cabbages that had been chopped into tiny ...