[Avira]
Mira handed the mirror to me, and just before I brought it up to my face, I studied my mates, and saw how uneasy they had become, following Mira handing me the mirror.
I brought it to my face, and shook my head sadly at the sight.
Although I looked away from Dylan with my face twisted in a frown, my mind couldn't stop thinking about the bruises on his face, or how he got them.
I shouldn't care that his face was bruised, and swollen, or that both his eyes were black, I shouldn't give a fuck about him after what he did, but I couldn't help but worry.
"How are you?" Declan asked, looking searchingly at my face.
I winced, and lifted my hand to the left side of my face while looking at the mirror. "It hurts like hell," I replied, facing Declan.
"I'm s–" Dylan started to say, but I shut him up immediately with a glare that could kill.
