34
Homebound
“You look like hell, Rae. Gonna be one nasty scar.”
Raedrick wanted to scowl, but that would just make his chin hurt worse. Turns out that first cut had sliced clean through to the bone, leaving a flap of his skin dangling from his chin. It had taken Julian a long time to get that bandaged up, wrapping his head in what felt like miles of cloth.
Raedrick grunted and replied, “Can’t be helped.” He pulled the knot he was tying snug and straightened, checking his handiwork.
Geoff lay on the ice before him, tied hand and foot with strips of cloth they had torn from the thug’s cloak, a bruise on his left temple that seemed to grow larger and darker by the second. He breathed shallowly, actually snoring softly as he lay there.
Raedrick shook his head and glanced aside at Julian
