Avery
Malcolm's grip on my arm dug into my flesh. His gaze remained dead ahead as he dragged me by my arm away from Xzander and Simeon and through the woods. Why was he acting like this? Because of the Unseelie and being jealous?
"Stop, you're hurting me." I twisted my arm and jerked free of his hold.
He cringed, his hand going to his side once more.
Guilt slammed into me that he was hurt, and I might have aggregated his wound. Was that the reason he being so rough with me? "Are you injured? What happened?"
He sighed like he debated telling me.
"Just tell me the truth." I placed a hand on my hip. "You know I'll bug you until you do."
"An old injury." He smiled, but it didn't brighten his blue eyes. "Got it when I was Earthside last. Now let's go before Xzander overpowers Simeon and catches up to us."