TRINITY’S POV
I took a washcloth and ran it beneath the faucet, letting it collect with warm water before wringing it out with my hands. Satisfied, I folded it over on itself, taking it out of the bathroom with me to where Jaxom slept on the couch.
There was more of him off of it than on it. One of his legs stuck out over the backrest while the other was bent at the knee and looped over the side. His arm hung down limply with his hand splayed out against the floor, and his head was hidden under a decorative pillow.
I smothered a laugh behind my hand as a loud snore rattled up from beneath it. Carefully removing the pillow from his face, I winced at the thick layer of dried blood caked around Jaxom’s nose, ears, and lips. Whoever he’d been training with had dealt him one hell of a bea
