Page 150 of Enchanted Kingdom
“I’m not telling you where I was until you take it off. So off with it,” I demanded.
His lips twitched.
“I’ve seen a man without a shirt on before,” I reminded him. “Off with it.”
He groaned as he reached for the bottom of his shirt. “How have you been back for only five minutes and are already a pain in my ass?”
Sure enough, there was a small cut. It wasn’t deep, but it was four or five inches long across his ribcage. I was going to ignore the fact that Owen was much more muscular and defined than Will was. And Will hadn’t been a wimp either, Owen was just... thicker. It was too bad I thought of Owen as the big brother I never had and not as more.
“How’d you know he was hurt?” Keir asked me.
My eyes went to his for a moment before I went back to looking at the wound. “He would only hug me with one arm.”
I was going to need to wash the wound before applying the ointment, and I wasn’t so sure Owen didn’t need stitches as well. “I need to get some water and a washcloth,” I told them.
A hand gently took mine and froze me in my tracks. Krew was holding my wrist that had the ointment in my hand. He took it from me and held it up. “Why do you have this?”
“Ummm,” I started. My eyes went to Owen’s and then Keir’s searching for help.
“Jorah,” Krew snapped, getting my attention back on him. “Answer me. Why do you have this?”
I sighed. “To help with some bruises I had on my wrist.”
His magic flashed in his eyes as he took a step closer. “Who hurt you, Jorah?”
I reached for the ointment, purposefully touching his hand for a moment in the process and stilling his magic. “Who do you think?”
“What?”
I looked up at the ceiling. “The three of you really need to work on your communication skills.”
Krew spun to glare at Owen and Keir, his magic back in full force. “Yes, we do. Why didn’t either of you tell me?”
I let out a sigh. “Because apparently when one of you is going to try to get himself killed, the others don’t inform them of happenings.”
Owen looked over his shoulder at Krew. “She’s not wrong.”
While the three of them discussed who should have told Krew, I went in search for the washcloth and water.
By the time I got back, they apparently had it all sorted out.
I dipped the washcloth into the warm water and wrung it out and began cleaning the wound, forcing Owen to place his hand on his injured side on the opposite shoulder so I could get to the wound easier. “Do I really have to tell you guys where I went? Isn’t it enough I’m back here safe and sound?”
Owen winced as I hit a deeper spot. “No,” he snapped.
“Please tell us,” Krew added.
I groaned. “Fine, but I’m not sure I believe it myself.”
I took a moment to calm my nerves and wrung out the washcloth again, the water of the bowl now going a light pink. “So I was almost to the hedge in the back of the castle,” I told them as I bent over Owen’s wound. “And out from a tree hopped the fourth man.”
Owen gritted his teeth. “I should’ve expected that they’d have men at both entrances to the forest.”
I stopped cleaning his wound to stare him in his green eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. You had your hands full.”
He wrinkled his nose. “But only for a minute.”
I rolled my eyes. “Anyway. He took off after me and had just reached me. I fell and had just gotten to my feet when I saw a gray blur come flying by.”
