Chapter 27
“Well Drew, you may have had untreated wounds before but not while I’m around.” Savannah didn’t care about the risk to herself. Drew had gone too long without medical attention. Because he hadn’t died from his wounds yet didn’t mean he was immune to infection. His wounds needed dressed now.
Drew gave her a hint of a smile. “I actually believe you.”
Savannah worked in silence as she cleaned and dressed his wounds. Some were fresh while others were old. Really old. Like years old. They crisscrossed over each other. She could see that he was severely malnourished. Which was why his door had a simple lock, and he was held up by rope. Even if Drew did manage to break his restraints, he’d never make it more than a few steps. How long had he been held captive? She had a feeling she
