The red was startling, but what was worse was the blood dripping down the walls. Rhysand noticed it first coming round the window's frame and then splop on his chest. Horror tore across his features as he shot to his feet, stumbling back through the home. He pushed back the chair and turned to move toward the door.
More blood. Red and glittering. It quickly started to soak the carpet and stain the wood.
The fae swore and bolt for the door. Of course the island would give him his precious sanctuary and fuck it up. He couldn't have one nice thing. Well, he always said the things closest to him were oft the things taken away. After all he worked for. All he did to save thousands of lives, this was his payment?!
Rhysand reached for the door, disgusted as the blood was too bright against his tan flesh and squelched between his fingers.