Alexander's POV:

"What's wrong?" My voice came out rougher than intended, laced with worry. Had I hurt her? Pushed too far?

"My leg." She bit her lip, glancing down at the bruise from her earlier fall. "It hurts from the fall."

Guilt crashed over me like a cold wave, dousing some of the heat. "Fuck. I should've—" I should've been more careful, should've remembered.

The sight of that darkening mark on her shin twisted ...