In her whole life, Elena had never hurt anyone with her own hands, not even a fly! But the scene before her eyes proved otherwise.
There were markings of her nails all over his chest, long and deep that blood was oozing out. The animosity inflicted on him was undeniably her fault yet countless questions run through her mind. But now was not the time to ask.
"I'll get the bandages," she said, keeping her eyes low in guilt. She wrapped the sheets around her body and walked out in a hurry leaving Gabriel alone in the room.
"Argh!" He let out a low grunt he'd been trying to suppress all the while. Trying to sit up, he looked at the damage she had inflicted on him. Strangely, the flesh sealed on itself, the wounds now completely gone as if they never existed in the first place.
