Derek came through the workshop doors with blood running down his arm.
I was standing beside Ben when I saw him, and for one second, the noise of the garage seemed to disappear.
His left hand was pressed against his right shoulder, and blood had soaked through his shirt.
“Derek.” I said and he looked at me.
“I’m fine.” He said.
“You’re bleeding.” I said.
“I noticed.” He said and I hurried toward him.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Someone got lucky.” He said but Ben immediately put down his tools.
“Should I call Liam?” Ben asked.
“Yes.” I said but Derek shook his head.
“I can walk.” Derek said.
“I didn’t ask whether you could walk.” I said and he gave me a tired smile.
“You sound like Paige.” He said.
“I am Paige.” I said.
“That explains it.” He said.
Ben hurried toward the of
