Her brows knit together.
"You thought I was taken."
"Yes who wouldn't ."
Her expression shifts again with something soft flickering there.
"You went to the bridge we fell from."
"Yes."
"And?"
"And there was blood."
She swallows.
"I hit my head when I climbed out," she says quietly. "It wasn't much."
I step closer and cup the back of her head gently, my fingers sliding into her damp hair.
"Le t me see."
She winces slightly as she tilts her head, there's a small cut near her scalp. Nothing deep luckily
But the sight of it makes my stomach twist.
"I told you not to leave," I say.
"I know."
"It wasn't a suggestion ."
"And I'm not a fuckign prisoner in this house, I don't even know why I came back here. I could have just gone back to my house."
My jaw tightens.
"You're alive," I say. "That's the only reason I'm not having Aaron's head on a platter."
Her eyes flash.
"You don't get to control where I go because you have enemies."
