"What's this?" asked Niko about two minutes after he'd walked in the door, taking my wrist and examining the bandages. I'd been privately hoping the observant bastard wouldn't notice … but who was I kidding?
"Cut myself on some damn broken glass at the bar," I said, pulling away from him. I wasn't exactly lying, but I felt like it was, which made it impossible to meet his eyes when I spoke.
"You should be more careful," he said slowly. But I knew he wasn't fooled. I think he'd suspected something was up for quite some time … but I was not ready to have this conversation. I did not want Nik to know.
After he disappeared into the shower and the water came on full blast, I ran to my bedroom, grabbed one of my old sweatshirts and ripped it to shreds.