“I should’ve broken his jaw the moment he said your name,” Leo mutters. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are blazing with suppressed anger. “Why do you keep letting him touch your world?”

I flinch.

My feet barely make it past the threshold before Leo is already storming toward me with a panicked expression behind his anger. His hand reaches for mine—then his face drops when he sees the bandage wrapped around my arm.

“You said it was a scratch,” he breathes out.

“It is,” I lie, but it’s not. It burns. Like hell. “They cleaned it up. I’m fine.”

“Was Blue there? Did he see—”

“No,” I shake...