Chapter 276
- His hair was a mess, black strands matted with dirt and grass like he’d been rolling around somewhere. Blood stained his white shirt, and fresh cuts marked his face.
- “Where did those injuries come from?” Zayla asked.
- Joaquin’s hand hanging by his thigh clenched hard, his jaw locked into a straight line. He didn’t want Zay to overthink and worry. He almost blurted out that he’d tripped and fallen.