Chapter 40 Cuts and Bruises
Chapter forty
Cuts and Bruises
The Prince
"You're late." I look at Fadres or I guess Sam now. He has changed into ill-fitting clothes that look more like a nightgown with pants than an actual outfit and has scratches along his arms. "What happened to you, and why are you dressed like that? Did you fall in the shower?"
"I was taking care of something," he says flatly.
I roll my eyes. "You said that. I was more so asking about what that was."
He glares at me. "None of your concern, asshole."
The names again. I sigh. "I see. Well, you cannot go to see the little dove looking like that. It will startle her. I will get something to patch up those cuts of yours and grab you some of my clothing. It will fit better."
He crosses his arms. "Thanks," he says curtly.
Making the trek to my and Alaceandra's cottage, I grab the required items. There was not much of anything on the northern border.
Sylvie mentioned there have still been attacks from the creatures since we have been here, but it seems to have calmed down with us keeping watch in the evenings.
I am grateful that we are able to provide some help to Sylvie's people.
It would have been quite miserable to have to find food and shelter out here had it not been for her.
The north wall had been anti-climactic; after walking the border a couple times, I checked the potion bottles to make sure that whatever Sorin had kept in them was still full before finding one of the other guards to relieve me.
The construction is almost done out there, so we have been seeing fewer monsters at the borders.
Although this is a great thing for the people, it does mean that now my watch consists mostly of walking around and looking at nothing rather than having to fight off intruders.
Which, honestly, is a bit on the boring side.
Maybe we can think about having less people sitting around out there.
I am sure they would love to go home to their families early.
After I had made my way back to Sylvie's, I had to wait another hour before Sam made his own appearance.
I would have left him and returned on my own, but I was far too curious about what he had gotten up to.
Although usually tardiness irks me, his ragged state upon arriving tells me he was not just dragging his feet out there.
Sam is sitting at the kitchen table when I return.
I hand him the bandages and he quickly dresses his wounds.
Once he finishes, I give him the set of clothing, which he quickly changes into.
Dressed, he gathers his old clothing and starts a fire on the stove before throwing the ill-fitting set on top of it.
"Why are you burning those?" I ask, watching him.
He shakes his head and watches as the clothing becomes ash, then he shuts off the stove and uses a broom to sweep up the ashes. Opening the door, he throws the ash outside.
What are you hiding? "We need to get back." I say.
"Then let's go," he says before walking towards the pathway to his cottage.
When we find our way back to Sam’s cottage, no one is in the sitting room.
My ears perk as I hear breathy moans coming from the bedroom.
I smirk. I can tell Sam hears it too because he walks over to the bedroom, and I follow closely behind.
He stills in the doorway before letting out a deep chuckle.
Moving him aside I make eye contact with a very naked Alaceandra.
Sorin lays near her clutching a blanket over her form.
Naughty girl. I raise an eyebrow at my Little Dove. "Are we interrupting?"