LYDIA
Kairo walked over to me while Reid took a few steps back.
“What are you two doing?” Kairo asked.
“I was just about to dress Reid's wounds.” My lips answered.
Kairo nodded his head and moved over to the window. He leaned against the glass and focused his gaze on me.
“You’re staying?” My brows furrowed.
“Dress his wounds.” He commanded in his deep voice.
Nervousness shrouded my heart.
“You're not training today?” Reid asked Kairo.
“Everyone's resting.” Kairo replied.
Reid nodded his head and then approached my presence.
“Sit on the bed!” My voice whispered.
He perched on the bed quietly.
“You gave your fingerprints?” Kairo spoke.
Reid nodded his head.
I dressed his wounds on either of his arms while listening to their manly conversation about weapons, guards, and everyth
