Elaris POV
My heartbeat went wild in my chest as I followed his gentle stroll towards the bed. Torren stopped just beside me, his fingers tightening on the whiskey bottle again.
He looked at me and the head guard, who was slowly sitting up now. A slow, calculating grin played on his lips. "What were you asking him about?" he inquired.
I realized my hands were quivering a bit, and I steeled them to be firm. I snatched the wool and saline and continued to treat the lesions, cleaning off the pus.
"Nothing," I answered, refusing to look up at him. If I didn't look directly into his intense stare, then I would be able to hold off on my flaring nerves for longer.
"Nothing," he repeated, tone incredulous. "I was watching you both for a while, and that didn't look like 'nothing' to me," he said with a stress on the word 'nothing'.
