Sorayah stood still, her gaze fixed on the dagger Dimitri had thrown at her feet. No matter how much she wished to plunge it into his chest and end his existence, she couldn't at least, not now.
Taking a deep breath, she schooled her expression into one of indifference. "I'll go get some hot water and medicine from the kitchen," she said, offering a slight bow before turning to leave.
But before she could take a step, Liam strode into the room, carrying a bowl of steaming water with cotton already soaked inside. In his other hand, he held a leather pouch filled with medicinal herbs.
"Everything is here," Liam announced, his tone clipped as he placed the bowl and medicine on the table with a loud thud. His sharp gaze flicked to Sorayah, a barely restrained fire burning in his eyes. "Just clean my lord's wound or, if you prefer, you can call the doctor. But if that happens..." He paused, his expression darkening. "I don't think you'll be able to keep your head much longer."
