Ruby’s POV

When I got home after the incident, I didn’t even take off my shoes at first. I stood at the door for a long time, my hand still on the knob, my eyes staring at nothing.

I replayed it all in my head, the cold air, the sound of her voice, her pale face, her soaked clothes. And Austin, breaking through the window like it was paper.

His calm face. His red eyes and his bleeding leg. And the way the wound had sealed right in front of me. I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, but ...