From Inside the Grey House:
Natalia was now yelling. “I’m not going to wait in his study like the disobedient child he thinks I am! He can find me, or I’ll go to him, but I will not wait!”
Natalia marched into the ballroom, looking angry and determined, but her expression was not what he noticed first. Vincent pushed against the wall to straighten himself, his eyes wide with surprise. Natalia’s lower right arm was wrapped in gauze that was slowly becoming crimson. Her jeans and shirt were ripped and there was blood dotting the rips. It was the first time in a while she had come home hurt. He was used to her coming home with that satisfied grin.
“You’re hurt.” He sounded rather displeased.