I had to get a suture for my wound. Blake and Wanda waited for me in the corridor.
Once my wound was tended to, Wanda gave me a complicated look and asked, “How could you be so silly? Would you have taken a bullet for me, too?”
I gave her a dazed look before smiling and saying, “I honestly didn’t have time to consider the situation. I only remember thinking that I couldn’t let the glass scratch your face, Ms. Lawson.”
She stepped forward, making the shadows that had clouded her face disappear. Only then did I get a clear look at her expression. The wariness and appraisal that had filled her gaze had disappeared–she’d finally started allowing me to enter her heart.
“You should stay at the Lawson residence for a while since you’re injured. Don’t return to campus. It’ll be easier for me to get someone to care for you and speed up your recovery,” she said.
I lowered my gaze at her words. It looked like this move had been a risky yet rewarding one.
Once she left, Blake started throwing a tantrum at me. His expression was frosty as he grabbed my things, paid the bill, and opened the car door for me.
I tentatively asked him what was wrong.
