Evaline:
The air in his room was heavy. Dim evening light was streaming in from the tall glass window, bathing the space in streaks of pale gold.
River stood there, broad-shouldered and still as stone, gazing out at the horizon. His head turned sharply at the sound of the door, and in one swift movement he hid one of his hands behind his back. But he wasn't fast enough for me.
My eyes caught it. The red. The faint smear of blood across his knuckles.
And then, just to the left of him... was the wall where I noticed the dark splatters of red marring the pale surface. The metallic scent slammed into me full force, no longer faint but vivid and unmistakable.
My heart plummeted.
"River…" The name tore from my throat before I could stop it. In the next heartbeat I was in front of him, closing the distance as panic surged up my spine. "You are injured!"
