Simone
“S-Stay back,” Kane growled desperately in a barely audible voice as I approached him with the yarrow paste.
I hummed dismissively and knelt down to start a fire with the wood I’d gathered. The cave was getting cold, and he’d need warmth to help his body fight off whatever poison was coursing through his system.
“You can’t order me around,” I said flatly, striking flint against stone.
“I’m the king,” he grunted, trying to sound authoritative despite being naked and bleeding all over the cave floor.
“Not mine,” I answered without looking up from the growing flames.
When I turned back to him with the herbal paste, he tried to drag himself away from me. His movements were weak and uncoordinated, but the panic and utter terror in his eyes was real.
“No,” he grunted, his gaze unfo
