Stained Conscience

PRESTON

Gwen sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist as she looked at me with that soft, forgiving expression that made my chest ache. "Come on," she said, her voice light, almost amused. "There is no need to apologize. I wanted to help. It was nothing."

I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the bloodstain on the sheets, that small red mark that proved I had taken something precious from her u