Chapter 6
AliceAlice found an oversized tunic and a robe hanging on a hook outside the bathroom door. She finger-combed her hair, hoping for the best but expecting a rat’s nest once it dried. Once dressed, she found Faris sitting on the floor by the window, a first aid kit at his side. A tray with sandwiches and a jug of water sat on the table.
Faris had his shirt off, a bottle in one hand and a wad of cloth in the other. From the way he twisted his arm, she assumed he meant to clean the wound between his shoulders.
“Let me,” she said, taking the bottle of cleaning solution and the cloth.
“No. You need to rest,” he said.
“I won’t rest if you’re grunting and cursing,” she retorted. She pulled over a chair and pointed at it. “Sit.”
She waited.
He huffed and he puffed.
“I’d be finishe
