Natalia
Andrei looked like he wanted to argue, but obliged anyway and sat back down on the boulder. I shook my head good-naturedly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I perched beside him and took a closer look at his wound.
“Ouch,” I said, hissing through my teeth upon inspecting the gash. It was far deeper than I expected, having sliced not only through the leather wrap around his forearm but the fabric of his shirt and several layers of skin. “That rogue got you good.”
Andrei pursed his lips and watched as I began to clean the wound with a small bottle of alcohol. “I was distracted,” he admitted. “He got me with a knife.”
I quirked an eyebrow at that. David had told me that the rogues were using weapons more than usual as of late, but rogues typically only used stolen weapons or
