CADEN’S POV
She studies my face for a moment, then turns back to her work like it’s nothing. My stomach flips and feels like it drops out of my ass—only getting worse when she starts slicing thin layers of skin from the man’s stomach like she’s peeling an apple.
“Hold it in, boy. You’re showing us up,” Cain growls, his voice tight with frustration.
I swallow hard, breathing through my mouth to avoid the stench of blood and body fluids leaking from him. It barely helps.
“Don’t worry. The first time’s always the worst,” Dad says, watching my face with sympathy. He’s not judging me. That alone surprises the hell out of me.
“Are you okay, love?” Mum asks gently.
I wave her off and force myself to stand straighter. She smiles, then turns back like flipping a switch—instantly becoming the
