After cleaning herself up, Hazel fell asleep in her towel. She didn't stir when Ranon dressed the wound on her palm and asked the hotel staff to bring him a first aid kit.
The wound was not as deep as he had thought it would be, to his relief. He saw it in the dimly lit room with much blood on her, making the wound appear worse than it actually was. It would heal within a few days.
After Ranon finished, he set the first aid kit aside, removed the towel from her body, and covered her with a blanket. She let out a satisfied moan, curling herself in a fetal position.
After that, Ranon stared at her for a long moment, recalling what had happened earlier. He recognized the way she looked in the Lozen family's house. Those were the cold eyes of a seasoned assassin.
However, it didn't align with her background and upbringing. There was a loophole here. He knew she could fight, hold a gun, and kill without qualm.
