The waiter carefully placed a dark green glass bottle of red wine on the table, along with two shining crystal glasses. He bowed politely and quickly walked away, leaving the two noblemen alone again.
Syrus reached out his hand. He grabbed the glass bottle and carefully poured the dark red wine into both crystal glasses.
Syrus picked up his glass. He brought it to his mouth and took a slow, appreciative sip of the sweet wine.
Damon lowered his hand from his chin. He reached his left hand forward across the table to take his own glass of wine.
As Damon extended his left arm, the thick muscles in his shoulder stretched sharply.
The sudden, stretching movement pulled directly on the fresh, shallow cut that Captain Robert had accidentally given him during their training session. The white bandages tied around his shoulder pulled tight against his skin.
A sharp, burning pain flared brightly across Damon's left shoulder.
