"Looks like you left your trainers, Cinderella," Ajax winked and handed them to her. His smile faltered when he saw the look on her face. Aila slipped the trainers on all the while Ajax continued to stare at her.
"Did you want to get out of here for a while?" He asked; Aila glanced up at him and shook her head. Words were lost on her while her mind was still reeling over what happened.
Did Darren make it up? Or was it just him trying to weaken her? If so, it worked. One word about her parents and she tripped. If he made it up, Damon would not have attacked him so aggressively. Does Damon know something? Or did he lose his temper over someone saying such a wretched thing to his mate?
There was also the blood.. So much.. blood. It was on her hands.
The image was so vivid; it must have been real.
She subconsciously lifted her hands and looked at them. They were clean, but there was blood on them..
"Hey."
