Alina was only a few steps away from Emeric when suddenly Austin appeared in front of her. He blocked her path from the rest of the hall.
Dorian was behind her watching them. She mouthed him to go back, but he didn't move. She rolled her eyes and was about to say something when her eyes dropped to his injured hand.
She raised her brows as she noticed a white napkin wrapped around it. A faint red stain was already seeping through the cloth.
"You're hurt," she said, worried.
"It's nothing."
She looked at the napkin again.
"There's blood on your hand."
"The glass broke and…."
"You cut your hand on glass?"
"It was defective."
She glared at him.
"Austin…you cut your hand while I was dancing."
"Strange coincidence, right?" he smiled.
"Or jealousy?" she asked.
He didn't answer. She shook her head muttering something under her breath and reached for his hand. He didn't stop her as if he was waiting for her to do it.
