He began to shake his head, not willing to believe that she was who he had been chasing. She who he slashed on the arm, that hadn't made a peep. "No," he whispered his disbelief, on a low growl.
She who he stabbed not even a month ago. With intent to kill. His expression changed. He could have killed her, so many times. Clearing his throat, as it seemed suddenly clogged with emotion. "Let me see it." He requested gruffly. Knowing she would understand what the request was for.