Then he went completely still.
I looked at his face.
“What?”
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked down again.
“Blood,” Caleb said.
My eyes narrowed.
“That’s blood?”
Caleb nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
I stared at it.
It was really blood... There was dried blood beneath Marcus's claws.
The realization came almost immediately.
Marcus had fought back. He hadn't simply been attacked and killed. During the struggle, he had managed to injure whoever had attacked him.
I looked more closely at the blood beneath his claws.
If Marcus had managed to leave that much blood behind, then the person he had fought had sustained a real injury.
And if it had been a deep wound caused by Marcus's claws barely hours ago, it was too early for it to have healed completely.
A cut from a blade o
