“What the—” He snatches my hand, and for a fraction of a second, I feel like the world is tilting back on its axis. I inhale his mint scent and spit out disgusting nausea until my stomach settles back down. Nikolai inspects the plaster on my forearm. “What happened to your arm?” “It’s just a scratch.” I try to retrieve it, but he tightens his grip on my wrist. Over the watch I never remove.
