Sapiens nodded.
“Ready, Your Highness? Now!”
Sapiens quickly removed the distorted shirts, a shudder running through him when they resisted him ever so slightly—they’d partly stuck to Simon’s skin. Annabelle, who apparently resisted the servants trying to move her from the scene, cried out on seeing her brother’s wound uncovered. Sapiens tried to take his mind off it; he watched Prince Shayne skillfully place the new, folded cloth at a better angle.
Sapiens waited for the Prince to tell him to start pressing, but Prince Shayne did it himself. Sapiens thought perhaps they were taking turns, but he saw Prince Shayne stare at him.
“Are you hurt?” Prince Shayne motioned to Sapiens’s wounded palm.
“It’s nothing.”
“We can’t let your blood and his mix. It’s alright; I’ve got this. Wash your
