GENESIS

"Genesis," he called.

I turned toward the door and saw him standing there—shirtless. My breath hitched. He’d notice. Quickly, I looked away and pressed my face into the pillow, wiping my eyes. He mustn’t find out. He mustn’t.

When I was sure the tears were gone, I stood up from the bed. But as I turned around, he was already in front of me. His hands gripped my shoulders, his face carved in fury.

What had I done?

Did he find out?

Or… was it something else?

Was he going to hit me?

"Who did that to your face?" he growled, each word gritted between his teeth. One hand...