What Follows

I didn’t see any of the men until lunch, when Liam passed me in the hallway with a few bruises on his neck. He glared at me as he walked by, and it made me wonder what the hell that was about. Jace was in the infirmary getting treated by Lisa when I walked in, with an ugly cut on his arm. At least he offered a smile. “If you’re looking for Dante, he’s in his room sulking.” “Is everyone okay?” I asked. “Just peachy,” he replied, pulling a face as Lisa cleaned the cut with an alcohol rub. “Everyone sustained a cut or bruise here and there, but nothing fatal, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “Except for the shithead who started it.” Ryder entered the infirmary, his neck also bruised. He wore a long-sleeved shirt, so I couldn’t see if he sustained any more bruises or cuts. “Dominic?” My brows shot up in surprise. “No, Dante,” Ryder answered. “I’m talking about the one who got physical first. Not verbal.” “Well, I think Dominic provoked him, if anything,” Lisa added. “Obviously. It’s w