“Say something,” Bertrand said.
There was a look of concern etched on his instructor’s face. Marc could not place the reason until he felt something hot and sticky drip off his chin. He looked down and spotted droplets of blood against his white shirt.
Without thinking he licked his lips tasting the iron within. And then wiped his nose using the sleeve of his shirt. The stinging sent a wave of pain through his body and heightened his senses. At least the bleeding had tapered off, meaning what happened could stay between the two of them.
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