Chapter 106

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."