Book 1: The History of the World

Blanca

I’m wrapping strips of my extra skirt around Kieran’s shoulder wishing I had something to disinfect the wound with. Of course, I had nothing like that in my room back in the castle, so it wasn’t like I just forgot it. I had very little. If Kieran would’ve known he was coming with me, he could’ve brought us a lot of supplies, but he didn’t. 

Sometimes I still can’t believe he came with me. I’m not exactly sure I know why he’s here.

“What’s the matter?” His voice is just above a whisper, and I can feel the warmth from his breath on my cheek. I try not to let it affect me. He might not be my brother, but he’s still not thrilled about being my mate.

My eyes go to the mark on his shoulder as I think about it, trying to figure out how to answer his question. “Nothing,” I tell him, which isn’t the truth. “I was just thinking it would be nice to disinfect this.”

“Yeah, it would be. Oh, well.”

He doesn’t say more, and I find my