---Elaine---
Trying to sound unaffected by his presence, I casually addressed him.
“You must have been tired after being out so late last night.” I busied myself with folding my towels, keeping my eyes firmly averted and my body angled away from him.
“Yeah. We didn’t find Thomas until almost two-thirty, and by the time we got him to the infirmary it must have been after three. I stayed with Julia, his mate, until he woke up. He was pretty groggy, so I need to head back there in a bit and, if he’s awake, question him about what exactly happened.”
“Did he need a doctor?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound light, when inside I was clinging to control.
“No. He was lucky. The bullet went straight through, missing any vital organs, so it only needed cleaning and a few stitches. Blood lo
