Prim insisted on cleaning Egan’s hand.
As she gently wiped his hand with a cotton swab, she noticed tiny shards of broken glass.
She looked up at him, remembered he might refuse to answer her questions, and looked away again.
“Come here.” Egan said, pulling her down on him as soon as she had his hand wrapped in a bandage.
They lay quietly, not talking as she wondered how strange it was for her to feel so close to a man she barely knew, liked one minute, and completely hated his guts the next.
But she felt so close to him now, and looking at him with his eyes closed in her arms, she felt like she had somehow known him her whole life.
She slowly brought her hand up to his face and caressed his soft cheek.
He frowned, her hand froze, but he did not wake up.
Her hand progressed fu
