And then my foot had caught on a stray root, and I went down hard, thesting of the fall spreading across my knee, followed by the slow, hot trickleof blood. Tears pricked my eyes, but before I could even let out a cry, Gray was there, dropping to his knees beside me.“You okay, Case?” I'm starting to kinda get gray now 😬
— Oct 17, 2026 05:21AM
Add a comment