Isla
I DIDN'T BREAK HIS NOSE. I didn't break Rakar's nose I muse as I run the washcloth over my arms, I want to scrub away the traces of Rakar on me.
I asked Lyza to wait for me while I take a quick bath and see climbed onto the four-poster bed and has been silent since. Maybe she's sleeping.
I asked her about Rakar; why she seems to hate him so much, why he acts like a rabbit on heat. I didn't ask the latter though, I do not want anyone to know what transpired between us in the orchard.
I'm done bathing and I stretch to reach the towel when I notice something in the water.
Blood. A small spiral of it dancing in the water.
Hastily I wrap the towel around me and waddle to the bedroom, Lyza lies on my bed snoring softly. I hate to disturb her nap.
"Lyza?" I call out loud enough to wak
