“I must have knelt on one of the broken pieces,” I explained, even though it was completely obvious what had happened. His white gaze drilled into my knee before snapping up to my face. “How do you feel?” he asked with an intensity that probably should have scared me. “Feverish? Light-headed? Weak from blood loss?” “Blood loss?” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?” “About my wife?” he replied without hesitation. “Always.”
