"Blood."

My heart leaps into my throat as Diogo strides through the door. He ignores me and continues through to the bedroom, peeling his clothes off as he goes. Grayson tacitly leaves while I trail after Diogo, picking up the clothes off the ground and holding them gingerly, not wanting to touch the blood. I heave a sigh of relief when his magnificent, uninjured body is revealed. Not his blood.

And as always, my next thought it to wonder whose blood has soaked his ...