red handed

CHARLOTTE

I didn’t linger in school after my exams.

I had one more paper that I had to read up for before tomorrow, and then the most stressful week of my life would finally be over.

I had to say, it was much easier getting through my midterms with the piles of books and the expensive ass laptop in my room, sometimes I felt guilty while studying when I remember the way I vehemently refused to close Taide’s injury.

Or to even entertain the possibility of it being what Reigh said.

Neither of us mentioned it again, but I always took note of the heavy bandage on his arm.

I walked into the mansion and eagerly headed into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Ever since our shopping trip last week, we finally had some actual food in the fridge and I looked forward to getting something into my system before doubling down on my textbooks again.

My hasty steps paused at the door though, when I caught sight of a man I didn’t recognize, standing over Taide who sat on a stool with his arm propped