Chapter 33 Philippe
Shauna stood in front of what Philippe assumed was General Nurzan’s door when he and his guard approached. She looked much better now that the mud and grime had been washed away, but the bruises, cuts, and the black band that twinned the one on his wrist stood out starkly on her skin. She did look a bit more awake, but there were deep bags around her eyes, a pain a bath couldn’t wash away.
The guards stepped away for a moment, whispering about something Philippe couldn’t quite make out.
“You look good,” Shauna said, giving him a once over.
He noted the loose-fitting pants and the shirt that didn’t quite fit, the neckline hanging askew on her shoulder. “You too. Are you ready for this?” he said lightly, trying to bring a bit of levity to what he could only assume w
