Chapter 25. Where the Fire Rages

I got up from my seat and followed Elliot’s prescription about how to help his wounds. It’s been an hour. We need to change his bandages.

“What are you doing?” Zarion asked, trying to stop my hand from touching his skin. I glared at him. “Changing your bandage, I guess?”

“That’s Elliot’s job.”

“He told me to do it. What’s wrong with you?”

He looked away. Again. I let out a mirthless laugh and put down the scissor on the table. “Wow, you really don’t trust me, do you?”

“Guess I don’t have a choice.”

I let my scowl be visible. “Look, I’ve been doing this for about eighteen years of my life. Relax and I know what I’m doing.” It was an insult to me actually. Do I look like someone who doesn’t know what to do if someone’s hurt? I’ve been taking care of animals and giving them shelter the very moment they are near door’s death. And this is what he thinks of me?!

“Ah! Cass!” Zarion hissed. I must’ve pushed the needle a little too much because of th