"Or pull it now," he pushed. "But this ends now. I've given you time and space, but you're hurting yourself now. That's where I draw the damn line." My brow creased. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Zed nodded to my shoulder, and I gave it a lightning-fast glance, just long enough to see blood seeping up through the dressing. Shit. How badly had I been flailing when he pulled me from the shower?
