~Valeria~
I looked at the gash on Alerion's arm, blood running down all those stupidly defined muscles. My stomach dropped, and I immediately started gathering that golden power stuff, pressing my hand over the cut before I could overthink it.
"Don't move, this should stop the bleeding for now."
Golden light wrapped around the wound, and Alerion's whole body went stiff. He looked down at me with this complicated expression that I couldn't read, like he was thinking a thousand things at once.
Oh god, why does he have to look at me like that? Like I'm his favorite person to watch.
"You don't have to do that." But his tone was totally saying please keep touching me, which okay, mixed signals much?
Why are boys like this? Just say what you mean!
His good hand came up to rest on my wais
