With the brown locks out of the way, the sun hits her face and alarm leaps in my chest. “Is that a bruise?” Panic fills her expression for a second as she moves it back. “Uh, yeah.” “What happened?” “I walked into a doorway. You know how clumsy I can be.” Her excuse kind of checks out—she was always tripping over herself and everything else in a room—but there's something about the way she says it that makes me wonder. “Saige, are you in danger?” I ask carefully. I'm really not in the place to overstep.
