Uninvited Guests

GENEVIEVE'S POV

Something wasn't adding up.

I was sure, definitely sure, that I'd seen blood on Cassian's knuckles. And not just that, it wasn't his.

I'd been unable to go back to eating after that. My eyes kept drifting to his hands, and at some point, he caught on to it.

Our eyes met, and in the most unnerving way, he nodded toward my food, gesturing for me to eat.

I didn't know if it was fear,