My jaw dropped at the horrifying scene. Edmund was pummeling hard while Alistair's blood splattered on the ground as he sputtered out a cough.
I plucked out the courage to move closer towards them and prayed none of their fists landed on me.
"Ed…" I called out his name softly. My hand stroked his arms, hoping he would ease up.
To my surprise, his fists stopped at my request. His hardened facial expression softened when our gaze met. But it was his eyes showed an immense amount of unsettling sadness that I could not understand
"Let's just go home." I tugged on his sleeve and clasped his bloodied hand.
He shifted my hand and linked our arms instead. "My hand's dirty," he said. It was ironic because he was the one with injured hands. Yet, he was still worried over getting my already stained hands dirty. "We'll go to the gym, if you don't mind."
Honestly, I wanted to just go home. In the safe compound of our place. Where nobody had ever entered.
