Page 125 of Dark Little Game
Or do I go in alone?
I don’t want him hurt.
I want him as far away from any potential danger as possible.
Go.
Just fucking go.
I move quietly as I approach the door and I push it open without walking in. I look around the corner and see the pale moonlight coming in through the window.
The trail of blood is visible in the low light.
And there’s more of it.
Little streaks of blood along the floor, leading in.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath.
My hands are shaky now, but I have to move. I have to spring into action. If something happened to Hunter?—
If something fucking happened to him, I’ll destroy whoever did it with my own hands.
I round the corner and enter the room ready to fight.
My heart pounds in my chest as I follow the blood, and my eyes go wide when I see that Hunter is alone.
Completely alone.
He has one hand holding a white T-shirt as he wraps it around his hand. I can see more blood starting to soak into the white fabric, and my heart skips a beat.
“You hurt yourself,” I say.
He looks up at me. “It was an accident.”
“You fuckinghurt yourself. Get over here.”
I step over to him and pull away the shirt to see that he has a bad cut along the side of his hand. A knife is resting on the table nearby, with blood along its edge.
“I toss these knives around every day.Every goddamn day, and I’ve never given myself a scratch. I’m better than that. It… just went up in the air and came down wrong.”
He’s frustrated.
I’m fucking pissed.
“Come downstairs with me. Right now.”
“Fuck off. It’s fine, Rayne.”
“You’re coming with me to the first aid kit, and you’re putting something on that wound that’s cleaner than a fucking T-shirt.”
“I keep my knives clean, and this shirt is clean, too. I’m not stupid?—”
“Youarestupid, if you don’t get downstairs with me. Do it. Now.”
I step behind him and give him a shove on the small of his back. He sighs, but at least he starts to move.
“You’re like a doting dad,” he tells me.
