The Rogue King staggered closer, his golden eyes locked on Emerald with a strange mixture of disbelief and fury. Blood still dripped from the deep gash in his side, and his breath was uneven.
"What did you do?" he demanded again.
Emerald took a step back, blinking in surprise at the sudden accusation. "I didn't do anything."
His eyes flicked down to the gash in his side, still bleeding, slower to heal than it should have. His hands trembled slightly as he pressed his palm over it. "You did something. I felt it."
Her gaze flicked to the blood seeping between his fingers. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her brows furrowed. "You lost. That's it."
"Don't change the subject," he snapped. "I don't bleed like this. I don't lose like this."
His gaze darkened, but she could see it now. Beneath the fury, there was disbelief. He couldn't understand how this happened. And neither could she.
"You're still bleeding," she said quietly. "Maybe you should sit down."
