Bryna felt bad. She hadn’t meant to lose her temper, or to make things explode. In fact, she had kind of been hoping that she had gotten a grip on that side of things. But no such luck. She’d gotten over excited again. She’d exploded something in Morgan’s face. He insisted that he was fine, but she had seen blood. Oh, she hoped he didn’t need stitches. She’d never be able to forgive herself if he ended up having to get stitches on his face.
And what if he scarred? Oh, lord, what if she had scarred his face?