Ford leaned forward, touching her unmarred cheek with the corner of the cloth. Moving in widening circles, he inched toward her nose, cleaning around it without actually touching the bruised skin. Eliza trusted him to be careful, but she stiffened as he worked his way to the other side of her face. She knew that only her eye was blackened, but the throbbing reached as far as the bottom of her jaw.
“How are you doing?”
“Fine.”
“Who did this to you?”
“Reid and one of the men you shot.”
“Good.”
Ford swished the cloth in the water, rinsing it, before going over her face one more time. Despite his caution, the pain in her nose roared, spreading through her face and head. “Oh…ow…” She moaned, the throbbing ache intensifying with each heartbeat.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. We’re almost do
