“Carter!” I exclaimed, my jaw damn near hitting the floor when I inspected his wound. Or wounds, as it were. “What the fuck did you do?” His eyes locked on mine, full of intensity. “Exactly what I needed to do, Spark,” he replied in a dark voice. “Exactly what I deserved.” Speechless, I stared back at him a moment, then flicked my gaze back down to his bloody, sliced-up forearm. Spark. He’d cut my nickname into his arm
