"Wait here," he said.
Darius walked past her and placed his hand on her shoulder and squeeze lightly. He noticed that she seemed to have given him a strained smile but he thought nothing of it and walked out the door.
Down the hall he went, a few twists and turns and he was in the kitchen giving clear instructions to the chef on duty for the day for what the lunch he would share with Serena. Once he made sure the woman understood everything he had said he left the kitchen.
He hurried back in time just to see Serena adjusting her left leg in such a slow way that he instantly knew she had been injured. He rushed to her side with widened eyes.
"Who did this to you?"
Serena shook her head and gave a dismissive smile but that did not deter Darius, he squatted next to her and looked at her tighh with furrowed brows. The crimson liquid had already stained the bandage but he could not understand why he hadn't smelt her blood earlier.
