Xavier shifted slightly on the bed.
The scent of salt and fish filled the air as he drew in a slow breath.
Carefully opening his eyes, he looked around.
The room was small and simple, containing only a bed and a little wooden table.
How did he get here?
Who brought him here?
Why was he here?
Questions raced through his mind, but before he could think further, the door opened.
He quickly lowered his eyelids, pretending to still be unconscious.
Jade walked in carrying a bowl of water and a clean cloth.
Xavier secretly watched her as she sat beside him and dipped the cloth into the water.
What is she doing?
She gently pressed the cloth against his forehead before wiping his face and neck.
Only then did he remember his injury.
His chest still hurt, but not nearly as badly as befo
