Candela's p.o.v.

“Salvatore are you okay,” I asked, fear creeping into my heart. His hand was bloody, and the look in his eyes is one I've never had directed at me. Even when we were always going at each other. Fear clawed at my throat.

His eyes drifted down slowly to my hand and I stiffened. Shit. I tried to cover it up but he had already seen it.

“Is that…,” he stammered, his brows furrowed as he locked the door behind him without even tearing his eyes from the book in my hand. ...