Chapter 15

• Jordan’s POV
• ​I pull the car to a screeching halt outside the apartment Minerva has been staying in. My heart is still hammering against my ribs from the moment she called me, her voice sounding so small and broken over the phone. I find her sitting on the edge of the sofa, clutching her hand, the bandage I haphazardly applied earlier now stained with a fresh, blooming crimson.
• ​"How could you be so careless, Minnie?" I reprimand her, my voice softening despite my attempt to be stern. I take her hand in mine, my thumb brushing over her wrist. "You know your health hasn't been good since you returned. Why didn't you just stay at the family home where the staff could look after you? Why come to this lonely place?"