Why do I smell fresh blood on you?

She missed his smell and presence, she freed herself from the hug reluctantly and looked up to the people gathered to greet her.

Viktor felt envious of Zane's hold on Cyra's heart; seeing her looking towards them, his mood brightened immediately.

Cyra waved the others away. "Kyle, Viktor, stay behind."

She approached them, her sharp grey eyes scanning their bodies. Her gaze made them shift nervously. They froze at her low, pointed question: "Why do I smell fresh blood on you?"

They exchanged panicked looks, their hesitation confirming what Cyra assumed was shame for their injuries and frowned, noticing their wounds seemed serious.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of injuring in a fight...Go to the health centre and treat your wounds... I am giving you a week's holiday and an increased salary." Cyra's cold but concerned words made them guilty, and she was unable to bear her concerns.