Page 234 of Black Reign

“Still bleeding.”

I touch my lip.

“Barely.”

His eyes darken.

I lower my hand.

Fine.

I sit.

He kneels in front of me.

Xavier Blackwell.

On his knees.

My brain briefly leaves the building.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at your wrists.”

“Oh.”

Less exciting.

His fingers are incredibly careful as he lifts my hand.

The anger comes back into his face when he sees the cuts.

Not explosive.

Worse.

Quiet.

Ghost always becomes quieter when he's furious.

I knew that before I ever knew the shape of his jaw.

“Don't,” I say.

His gaze rises.

“Don't what?”

“Do that thing.”

“What thing?”

“Where you start planning murders.”

“I’m not planning murder.”

“Excellent.”