Leo
I was still staring at the blood on my wrist when the first knock sounded.
It wasn't a soft, polite tap; instead, it was a heavy thud that vibrated through the wood of the door and settled right in the center of my chest.
"Leo? You in there?" The voice called out.
It was Miller. Of course it was Miller. He had this uncanny ability to show up exactly when the world was falling apart, usually with a joke, but his voice sounded different now. It sounded impatient.
I turned toward the door and then looked back at Kayden on the bed. I stared at his unconscious face and saw that it was no longer pale. The color had returned to his skin.
"Leo!" Miller called again, knocking on the door repeatedly.
I heaved a deep sigh but didn't answer. I couldn't, because the air in the room was still so thick with my pheromones that I felt like I was standing in a cloud of smoke.
