Hazel’s POV
The moment I pushed open the door to our room, the metallic smell of blood hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart skipped hard. The scent was strong, fresh, and unmistakable.
“Nicholas!” I called out in panic.
I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Without thinking, I rushed forward and burst inside.
Nicholas stood under the shower, both hands pressed against the tiled wall, head hanging low. Water cascaded down his broad back, but I could see streaks of red mixing with it, swirling around the drain. My stomach twisted.
“Nicholas, are you okay?” I asked, stepping closer. The smell of blood grew even stronger in the steamy room.
He turned his head slightly, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. Stop lying to me.” I folded my arms, refusing
