Tears, that I had held back until now, shot into my eyes and rolled hotly down my cheeks. I raised a hand to wipe away the tears. As I caught sight of my hand afterwards I scream. Blood was on it. It took a while for me to grasp what this meant and I ran into the little bathroom that belonged to this room to look at myself in the mirror. These were not normal tears pouring out of my eyes. It was blood. I was crying blood! I turned the tap on and began to wash my face. Again and again I splashed water over my face with my hands. Then I lifted my head, staring again at my reflection. I looked pale and puffy. There was still blood here and there on my face and I took a hand towel from the hook to wipe my face. Only when I could not see a single trace of blood on my face did I turn off the tap, relieved, and drop the towel onto the floor. There was a knock at the door and my heart automatically began to pound. Was it Lorne, who had after all finally made a decision and wanted to have me back in his room?
What do You think about Lorne (The Dark League 1)?
