VALENCIA'S POV
"Why are you not saying anything? Where the heck is Alina?" I raised my voice at Carl before looking around.
"She is alright, Valencia, but -" Carl paused as he looked at me with a concerned face, making it hard for me to believe what he was saying.
"Alina!" I shouted, and as soon as I called for her, the girl appeared in my room, her nose flaring as she looked at me.
I looked at her exposed hands and body from a distance to see if she got hurt because of me. However, there wasn't even a scratch on her body.
That meant...
I looked at my hands and saw the long scratches I made with my own dagger. My pupils dilated.
The pain finally registered in my mind and I looked at Alina.
Now I know why she left the room and her nose was flaring like that. My blood was making her uncomfortable and she probably didn't want to hurt me.
I looked at the gnashes on my hands before I leaned back, covering my face with my right hand that I was still holding the dagger in.
