When Grady came back, he slumped down on the other side of Thomas. "We don't have any antiseptic, but we do have fire and thread. That'll have to do."
I stayed where I was holding Thomas's hand, and he never squeezed or hissed in pain. Maybe he really didn't feel anything. Or, after everything he'd been through, he'd simply mastered it.
After a while, I dozed and then woke between two warm, hard bodies. The one I was pressed up against the most smelled like almonds and was sweeping kisses across my temple. Sighing, I splayed my hand across his chest, right over his heart, and buried my face into his neck.
"You realize who you're waking up to this time?" he murmured.
"Do you?" I whispered. "I'm not the one who drank his opiate tea in one swallow. I made it strong too."
"Let's see..." He sank his hand down my back to my ass and squeezed. "I'm about sixty percent sure I know who this belongs to."