Kyra's POV
I stared at the blood splattered across the road.
A car screeched to a halt in front of me, and Nathan jumped out, rushing toward me with panic written all over his face.
He pulled me into his arms, his minty scent surrounding me.
"Were you hurt?" he whispered, his voice rough with worry.
I shook my head against his chest before looking up. "Nathan, it's Sophia..."
His jaw clenched as he hugged me tighter. "I'm just glad you're okay."
"She tried to push me," I admitted.
Nathan cursed under his breath, his fingers threading through my hair in a soothing motion. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard.
When he pulled back, he removed his coat and draped it over my shoulders, covering the coffee stains that had soaked through my blouse. After returning the towel to the police officer, he swept me into his arms and carried me to his car.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We need to get you checked. You said she tried to push you. Your body went through stress."
