Aiden

Each step up the stairs pulled at the muscles near the stab wound.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I looked down at my side. The cloth I had used to wrap the wound was soaked through with blood again.

I didn't think she would stab me. And definitely not this deep.

"I shouldn't have left the knife in the drawer," I hissed, pushing the bedroom door open.

She was lying on her side, naked, back facing me. Just the way I had left her after washing her up. She was sobbing into the ...