Reid takes in the distinct marks on my neck with a straight face.
He gently runs a finger over the spot where Brian's nails tore into my skin. I almost wince when it stings, but I hold myself back.
I don't want to make him more enraged than he already is.
I shouldn't have come here tonight.
"Reid." I whisper.
He shifts his dark gaze to me, then, dropping his hands to his sides.
"What."
"You know this wasn't intentional, right?"
Reid doesn't answer. His eyes stay on my face for a long second before he turns away from me. He pulls a couple tissues from a box that's on the counter, and I watch him as he wets them under the tap. I make to move away when he reaches to wipe the make-up that I slathered on my neck to hide the marks, but Reid only shakes his head at me.
"Don't make
