Elena's POV

My breath caught in my throat.

“Noah…” My voice trembled, barely a whisper. “Y-you’re bleeding.”

He pressed a hand quickly over the wound, glaring down at it as though it betrayed him. “It’s nothing.”

Nothing?

His shirt was turning red. Right in front of me.

My entire body jolted with panic. I tried to sit up... only for pain to screech through my ribs, forcing me back down with a shaky gasp.

“No...Elena, stop.” Noah moved instantly, his other hand reaching out as if to steady me, but he winced when his side pulled.

He was hurt… because of me?

Or because of something else?

My mind spun....