Ragal pov

She had wrapped one of her palms in white towel, a dull, faint shade of red already bleeding through the cloth.

I rushed forward and took her hands in mine. She flinched, a look of surprise crossing her face the moment her eyes landed on me.

"Hermosa, what happened to you?" I asked, studying the reddened surface beneath the wrapping.

"Please leave." The words came out cold. Flat. I stood there trying to reconcile this version of her with the one who had slept under the same ...