The moment Zara noticed the blood seeping through Winter's shirt, her breath caught.
She hadn't realized it during the chaos, her adrenaline masking the finer details, but now there was no ignoring the dark stain spreading across his side.
The blood seeped through his torn shirt, staining the fabric with a dark crimson that only deepened as Winter shifted slightly, adjusting the weight of his bag.
"You're bleeding," she said, her voice more accusatory than concerned as she dropped to her knees beside him.
Winter's lips twitched, his usual smirk faint but still infuriating. "You think?"
Zara ignored his quip, her hands reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Let me see it."
"Zara," he started, his tone calm despite the gravity of his injury, "it's not that bad."
