Page 51 of Godless Saints

Tell me this wasn’t you.

I had no proof. But the thought was already there. I hated that I still wanted him, anyway. Blood kept coming. I didn’t stop it. Let it stain. Let the white show everything I couldn’t hide anymore.

The door crashed open.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Sawyer burst in, grabbing a towel and pressing it to my chest. I shoved him off.

“Hyung?”

I winced. It hurt like hell. I snatched the towel back and held it over the cut myself.

“I’ll find out who did this,” Sawyer said. “I already asked Louis. He’s confused. His blade wasn’t prepped right. Someone fucked with the gear.”

“It was Cillian. Or someone from Thorn. Declan told me they have a Writ on me.”

Sawyer stopped dead. “Oh.”

“Oh?” I snapped. “What the fuck do you mean, oh? Did you know?”

“No. I didn’t. But I can handle Cillian. He and the rest of Thorn will regret fucking with a Whitlock.”

“No. I don’t need you going full psycho Whitlock on Thorn. That’s exactly what they want.”

The cut throbbed harder. Fuck.

Vivienne and Zara pushed through the door with the coach and academy nurse.

“Hyun.” Vivienne’s voice was frantic. She reached for my shoulder. I tensed. Too many people. Too much noise.

“Take a seat, Hyun,” the nurse said gently. “Let me look.”

I sat. Removed the towel. Blood oozed steadily. She pressed gauze to the wound. “Not too deep, but you’ll need stitches. Hold this tight. Come with me to the nurse’s wing. You can bring one friend.”

Zara stepped forward smoothly. “I’ll go. I’m the girlfriend.” She took my hand, smiling at the nurse. “Come on, sweetheart.”

I let her pull me out. As we walked back through the salle, I saw him.

Cillian. Jaw tight, eyes dark. He looked pissed. His gaze dropped to Zara’s hand in mine.

I looked away fast. He stepped directly into our path. Even the nurse startled.

“He needs medical attention,” she said sharply. “This can wait.”

Cillian ignored her. He reached out and pulled the gauze from my chest himself. “Who did this?”

Zara shoved him. He didn’t budge. Just stared down at her, furious. She grabbed my hand again and pressed the gauze back over the wound. “This is none of your business. Step away. You’re causing a scene.”

“M—”

“Stay away, Cillian,” I cut him off, twisting my head when he tried to catch my jaw.

He let go. For a split second something raw, almost hurt, flashed across his face.

Zara tugged me forward. I went with her.

How the fuck could you do this after Saint Lucia?

Heartless fucking asshole.