CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Oh. My. Sweet. Ninjas.
I slowly lifted myself off the ground and ignored the disgusted grunts from Roger and Jack.
The powerful scent wafted through my nose, making it hard to breathe. It felt extremely hot and mouldy against my skin. The filthy poop covered my eyes, but there was no way I was ever going to use my hand to wipe it off.
So helplessly, I waited for any gentleman to hand over a tissue or a torn cloth or even a leaf to clean it away.
And Roger was that gentleman.
"Here," he offered, sounding as if he had blocked his nose. I squinted amidst the faeces to see him stretching his hand out to give me something. Blindly, I raised my hand and waved it in the air until I felt the roughness of his hand.
Grabbing the material from his fingers, I gently wiped the
