CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I hardly had time to bite my lip before she brushed the towel against the blood clots. The dried liquid came away in flakes and chunks, and in a few moments my wrist was revealed to us. My eyebrows shot up as I beheld not the horrible gashes from the night before, but fresh pink skin over thin lines that were the only indication that my cuts had ever been open wounds.
Beil herself was likewise surprised. Her eyes flickered between Luca and me. “Surely the wounds were more grievous than these with that amount of blood. What has been applied to treat these wounds?”
Luca cupped my arm in his own grip and studied the mostly healed wounds. “A sun herb poultice provided by our host of last night, a shepherd near the Forlorn.”
“Astonishing,” Beil whispered as she turned
