Lila POV
He let go of my face with a jerk. "What's the difference between whether you do it or I do it?"
"What's the difference? Are you serious? The difference is, when I do it, you bleed for me, not for yourself."
He grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up and dragging me across the room. "Nico, stop. You're hurting me."
He turned me around, grabbed my waist, and pulled me back against him. "Look!"
I tried to grab his hand still fisted in my hair. "You're hurting me!"
"I said, fucking look!"
My scalp felt like it was on fire, my heart beating a thousand beats a second. I opened my eyes and stared in front of me at both our reflections in the mirror.
