Moments later, she jumped as a flame caught her attention. Jonas had struck a piece of flint from his pocket and lit a candle he drew out of a cloth bag hidden in the cave.
“Let me see your neck.” He brought the candle close to her, rubbing his thumb over her skin where the guard had pressed his blade. “Good. It’s only a scratch.”
“Put that out,” she warned. “They’ll see.”
“They won’t see. They’re gone.”
“Fine. Then give it to me.” She held out her hand. “I should look at your
shoulder.”
Jonas winced as if he’d forgotten he’d caught an arrow.
“I’ll have to stop the bleeding.” He handed her the candle, then shrugged the
shoulder of his shirt down to bare half his chest and his upper arm. Kate brought the flame closer to see the wound and grimaced at the sight of all the blood.
“Tha
