CHAPTER 17
By the light of the fire, Brygida knelt beside Stefan, unwinding the bloodstained strips of cloth from his leg, careful not to brush against his hairy thigh and keep her eyes on the gash and no higher. The tunic shirt he wore fell just below his hips, covering everything, but if he shifted wrong…
She’d never been close to a man apart from Kaspian, and they had never been this close. And yet she felt none of that heat pooling in her belly, or anything other than a blush that burned her face.
“You really don’t have to do this,” Stefan murmured.
Her eyes flickered up to his face, but he seemed to be looking everywhere but at her as she dabbed a poultice on his wound, which would keep away infection and aid healing. Thankfully Mamusia had packed some for her. “It might get infec
