He Did It Again

***Chapter 96: He Did It Again***

Victor’s bandaged hand was still warm beneath mine, his skin rough and trembling. I had only just finished tying the strip of gauze when he tore his hand away and seized my arm. Not violently, though. Victor wouldn't hurt me. His grip wasn’t bruising, but only enough to pull me forward, drag me into the storm brewing in his eyes.

“What the fuck did you just say?”