Klaire's P.O.V

I glance at him now. He was sleeping. The bleeding of his legs stops. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps. How I wish I could just stare at him like this. But I can't especially now. Good thing he didn't get to hurt that much. I took his hands and hold them, that familiar feeling is there again trying to overwhelm me.

"I'm sorry," I mutter. I close my eyes. I shouldn't be near him right now. He didn't see me earlier, right? He hurts and it was all because of me.

Letting go of his hand, I made my way to the living room where the...