I kept myself away from him the next few hours, shut out from his sight until it was night. Everyone was leaving for their quarters after being done.

Frowning, I kept a growl plastered on my face, questioning his actions. I was in a corridor all alone, leaning on the wall while holding my wrist which had three cuts on it.

“Tsk.” I scoffed at the sting until I recognized footsteps accompanied by a softer tone.

“Are you okay?”

We were all alone in an open pathway where anyone could come but taking the risk, I lowered my eyes and continued to be angry.

“Why do you care?” I muttered....