"Belle?" Neon called out, his small finger pressed firmly against the biometric sensor as the door unlocked. "Belle!"
He called for her again, anxiety creeping into his young voice until his sister finally emerged from the kitchen. She was wearing her familiar cooking apron, a spatula held loosely in her right hand. But the moment Neon's eyes dropped to her immobilized left arm, his voice cracked. Tears immediately began pooling in his eyes.
"What happened to you? Why are you injured again?"
Belle hadn't anticipated that he would be this completely disheartened by a simple wrist sprain. "I'm sorry, Neon. I was just a little careless and I got—"
"It was entirely my fault," Eli interrupted, stepping through the doorway with Andrei close behind.
