“I didn’t push her,” Sasha looked at Juno and spoke softly.
Even if he had only seen her as a stand-in over these three years, they had spent so much time together. He should have known she wasn’t that kind of person and would never stoop to such actions.
But all her certainty turned to dust in an instant when Juno kicked her.
The force of the kick sent her flying, her head slamming into the wall. Blood poured from the wound, staining her face.
Her hands were scraped raw against the rough ground and her already injured right hand was torn open, blood and flesh mixed. Cold sweat immediately drenched her body.
"Your hand is hurt?"
Juno finally noticed something was wrong, a trace of concern flashing in his eyes.
But he was quickly stopped by Quinn.
"Juno, don't blame her. This afternoon, when you were hugging me in your office, she was secretly watching from outside. That’s why she put so much red medicine on her hand, trying to get your attention. She just cares about you too much."
So the bright red on Sasha's hand wasn’t blood, but red medicine?
The concern in Juno’s eyes turned to disgust.