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Chapter Sixteen_ One kiss

Elliot.

The cabin was silent, save for Damien's ragged breaths echoing through the room. Just like the day I saved him, his blood painted my hands and smeared across my arms as I pressed cloth after cloth to his side.

Anything to stop the blood rush. But it kept seeping through, staining everything a deeper shade of crimson.

"Stay still, okay?" I muttered, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

I wasn't fooling anyone.

Damien managed a weak smirk. "You know, I think I look worse than I feel. You can stop fussing, alright?"

Moron.

"Damien, shut up. I swear, if you don't stop talking, I'll knock you out myself." The words came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn't help it.

He had been fine when we were coming out of the woods. Fine when he sat on the couch.

Then he just started bleeding again, and now my hands were trembling, and it felt like I was trying to hold water in my palms instead of his life.

He was a werewolf with unusually fast healing abilities. What was wrong now?

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