Chapter 366

The gray rabbit kept thrashing wildly in her grip.

Evelyn Laurent swiftly grabbed its long ears. The creature immediately went limp.

She brushed grass stains off her clothes and stood up, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Ethan Sullivan rushed over, his face pale.

"Evelyn!" His voice was tight. "Don't do that again."

"Do what?" She tilted her head, still holding the rabbit.

Ethan seized her wrist.

His gaze locked onto the thin red scratch on her arm, his brows furrowing. "This is what you call unharmed?"

"This barely counts as a scratch." She shook her hand dismissively.

Ethan inhaled sharply.

"Then what would you consider an injury?"

Evelyn pointed at the lifeless rabbit in his hand. "That."

His eyes darkened instantly.

"If you ever got hurt like that," his voice dropped low, "I'd be a dead man."

"Why?" She blinked.

"Your parents. Your three brothers. My father." He enunciated each word. "They'd tear me apart limb by limb."

Not to mention his own heart would shatter.

"Oh." Realization dawned on her. "Relax, my reflexes are razor-sharp."

She turned to leave.

Ethan yanked her back.

"What now?" Evelyn shot him a wary glare.

Without a word, he pulled out a cotton swab and pressed it to her arm.

"Hold still." His voice was soft, his touch even softer.

She tried to pull away but found his grip unyielding.

His head was bent, long lashes casting shadows across his face.

The cotton swab dabbed gently at the wound, cleaning away dirt and blood.

"Evelyn Laurent." He suddenly looked up. "None of us want to see you hurt."

"Bleeding means you're injured," his voice roughened, "and it hurts us."

Evelyn abruptly asked, "What about menstrual cycles then?"

Ethan's hand jerked. The cotton swab fell to the ground.