JJ
Nixx came back after dark looking like he had been dragged behind his motorcycle for half the ride.
I was sitting on the couch downstairs for the first time since waking, wrapped in one of Benny’s blankets with the laptop open beside me. The nurse had finally cleared me for short trips down the stairs as long as somebody stayed close, which meant Benny had hovered three steps behind me while pretending he wasn’t hovering.
The front door opened, and Benny looked up before I did.
His entire posture changed.
Nixx stepped inside wearing jeans and a dark sweatshirt streaked with dirt along one sleeve. His hair was damp with sweat despite the evening cooling off, and there was a scrape across the back of one hand.
Benny was already moving.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s blood.”
