Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, watching Peach. She pushed herself up slowly, wincing.
“You okay?” he asked.
Peach touched the bandage on her side. “Hurts like hell. What happened after I went down?”
“I dragged you out. Harrison was licking your wound like some lovesick pup. I shoved him off.”
Peach’s eyes widened. “He pulled the dagger out?”
“Yeah,” Isaac said with a sneer.
Peach stared at him for a long moment, then went quiet. She looked down at her hands, twisting the edge of the blanket. The silence stretched between them.
Finally she spoke, her voice soft. “You know… you didn’t really care about me. Not then. You were just fighting for your dignity.
But Harrison… he overlooked the whole reason he started that fight just to take care of me.”
Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “What the
