Maya's POV
The bedroom door sealed shut with a quiet click behind us.
Sebastian strode directly toward the bathroom, his fingers working at the buttons of his blood-soaked shirt with sharp, irritated movements. I trailed after him, my mind still reeling from the violent scene that had unfolded in the garden moments before.
"Remove that shirt," I commanded as I entered the expansive bathroom, where he had already begun rifling through the medical supplies cabinet. "I need to assess the extent of your injuries."
Sebastian gave me a look that blended weariness with the kind of stubborn resistance I might expect from a petulant child.
"I'm perfectly fine. The majority of this blood belongs to him."
"The shirt comes off," I stated firmly. "Right now."
