Chapter 19 Caring For The Wounded

• Luna blinked slowly, a dull throb radiating from the knee she had injured the day before.
• She had fallen asleep last night long before Rex returned from the tavern. Or had he returned at all? Just the mere thought of the imposing Duke sent her heart racing—though it was mostly fueled by the suffocating dread that seemed to shadow her more with each passing day.
• She looked down at her bare legs, tucked safely beneath the heavy blankets. The jagged scrape on her knee—where she had brutally hit a rock yesterday—was beginning to scab over, yet the angry, inflamed skin still bore traces of dried blood. She reached out to gingerly touch the wound, but instantly recoiled with a sharp hiss as a fresh wave of stinging pain bit into her flesh.