I ask him, and he laughs on a sob.

“Oh my god, you’re asking me if I’m okay?” He runs his hands over my hair, down my arms and lightly over my hand holding the bandage to my side.

“Lucy. I was so scared…” He pulls his hand back and I lift mine, sucking in a breath at the sight of a long stitched wound.

“Oh my god!” My breath starts to come faster as I run my fingers lightly over the stitches.

“Caleb stabbed you… with my knife… or his knife…” Luke trails off, lightly running his finger over my stitches but pulling back when I hiss. “Sorry! God, sorry!”

I press the cooling rag back against the slash, not wanting to look at it anymore.

“What happened,...

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