Chapter Four
Sydney stared at the scars that criss-crossed his body. “How did you get them?” When he looked confused, she added, “The scars.”
Corrin pulled the t-shirt over his head. “Battle.”
Sydney continued to stare at his arms. “I should have bought you a long sleeve shirt. You look like a cutter.”
“A what?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. Can you hurry up? It’s taking you ages to get your jewellery off.”
Corrin eyed the zip on the backpack when the only jewellery he had left on was a gold torc around his neck and a single bronze armband. He watched as Sydney zipped it up for him then had to open and close the bag several times himself.
“Come on.” She grabbed hold of the rainbow bags, which he instantly took from her. “Fine. I won’t help. But hurry up. We need to ditch this stu
