CHAPTER 72

YVONNE

"I-is that blood?" I mumbled while staring at his shirt.

I felt cold. Memories of how he killed a man rushed into my head. Did he kill someone again?

He grabbed my hands, which were still frozen in front of him, and gently squeezed them.

I gulped. I was still worried about the blood on his shirt, but the heat from his hands coursing through my skin was distracting me. Even though he looked like he had been through some serious shit, I couldn't help my stupid attraction towards him.

Not even my fear can extinguish the spark of desire within me.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "It's nothing."

He glanced at the files on the table.

"I see you're doing your homework," he comments. I knew he was trying to change the topic.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. What if the blood was his? He looked exhausted, and god, what was that smell? He still smelled good, but there was a hint of something pungent lingering in the air around him. I can't tell what the smell was, but it was bad