Robin’s POV

Once the Romano’s left, taking their flytrap stink with them, Wyatt turned to Robin. “Sit down.”

“I don’t want to sit down, Wyatt,” Robin objected as he sat down anyways. Wyatt walked around him to a cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit. He didn’t say a word as he gathered a rag, dousing it in some fresh water.

“Clean yourself up,” Wyatt ordered, tossing Robin the saturated rag.

Robin caught it and wiped the blood off the side of his ...