Page 175 of Seasons of War
“It's annoying to undo the bandages.”
Rolling his eyes, Brock looked at Kira. “He got stabbed. Work your magic on him and make him comply.”
The blood drained her face in a cool rush. Kira scurried to her knees, scanning his body. He shouldn't be up at all. “Zayne!”
“I didnotget stabbed.” Zayne scowled. “Don't tell her that. You'll scare her.”
Brock tilted his head to the side. “What do you call it?”
“It's a cut.”
“A cut?”
“That's what I said.”
“So Zayne was cut.” A glance at Kira. “Inside of his body with a knife.”
“Go to bed.” Kira pointed toward the house. “Now.”
A quiet rebuke brewed when Zayne scowled at Brock. “It entered at an angle and didn't go in deep.”
“Oh well, in that case…” Her fists tightened. “Go to bed now!”
Kira knew little about medicine, but infections were serious. What a mistake in bringing him to the woods. She was so foolish.
“I have business to deal with,” Zayne said.
“Then you can get out of bed when the business starts.”
“My mother shouldn't have told you.”
“Yes, your mother is the problem. Brock is the problem. I'm the problem. Everyone is the problem except for you and the fact that you got stabbed.”
“My brother is the one who injured me, and he's observant. I can't act hurt.” A pointed look at Kira. “Now, I believe I was ordered to rest. So, everyone shut up.”
“And by everyone, you mean me.”
Eyes drilled into hers. “Yes, I mean you.”
“Watch yourself,” she said. Ordinarily, Kira didn't speak so forcefully with people, but Zayne didn't take her seriously otherwise.
He didn't say anything else, but he did smirk like her threat amused him.
If he didn't heed her warning, then he'd learn the hard way. “Once you're back inside, away from me, you'll let Brock look at the wound, or I'll annoy you so bad you'll want to die. I won't let it go, and you know that.”
“Damn, fine.” Zayne closed his eyes again. “I'm fucking sleeping now.”
“I'm not that easy to escape,” Kira said.
Brock settled onto his back. “A nap sounds great to me. We had a rough few days.”
Kira kept watch for them, noticing Brock drifted off, but Zayne didn't. No one kept their shoulders that straight while sleeping.
Though Kira wanted them to rest longer, the second that thirty minutes had passed, Zayne announced it, eyes on his watch. Once they returned to the house, she left him alone, so he'd let Brock help him, but she could do nothing except worry in her room. Meetings that day seemed never-ending. The High General left in the evening, saying he needed to work in the office overnight, and finally, the house was empty except for Zayne, Kira, and Adelle.
“I watched your father drive away,” Kira said to Zayne in the kitchen. “He's gone.”
He rested against the island, lowering his head with a sigh. “The security team is blocking all signals to and from the house. I also used my own system to be safe. Until tomorrow when the soldiers show up, it's okay for you and mom to talk.”
