DAXTON

I froze when I saw the terror on her face. Slowly, I released her, trying to tame the sudden blood lust that had surged inside of me. I didn't want her to think I was a rabid dog. It was bad enough that she'd arrived when my phantom pain had kicked in.

Swallowing hard, I turned away from her, ignoring the shards digging into my feet.

"Go...wash that blood off," I croaked. She didn't move right away. She hesitated.

"Your feet—"

"Ignore it," I deadpanned and she ...