Eloise
"Why do you insist on trailing me, Dominic?" I ask tiredly, pivoting on my heel to face him. He halts abruptly on the last step, nearly toppling into me, and I notice the angry red welts peppering his abdomen as well as the scarlet splatters of blood from his nose and eyebrow on his neck and chest. The sight of him after his quarrel makes my stomach turn. What happened in that room...I no longer am curious to know. Both of the brothers are alive. That's what matters. I am grateful, suddenly, to not have a sister at risk of having the same relationship with her as Dominic has with Dante.
"I need your help," he repeats calmly, towering over me. "I need you to stitch up my eyebrow. It's split open."
"I've never stitched anyone up before. I studied the humanities, not medicine. I ca
