“I am sorry,” Emily mumbled.
“For what?” Ryan asked in a flat voice.
“It is all my fault you are shackled to the window bars with me,” she muttered.
“It is not your fault, my brother is just being unreasonable,” he disputed as he turned to look at her. Noticing the smear of blood on her cheek, he removed a clean handkerchief from his pocket with his free hand and handed it to her.
Getting the handkerchief, she asked, “What for?”
“You have blood on your cheek”
“Oh, thank you.’ She looked at the hankie, wondering if it was the same one she had seen him with.
Reading her mind, he smiled. “It is a different one, you can go ahead,” he assured her.
She smiled sheepishly and then wiped her cheek, but still didn’t do a good job. “Thank you.”
He chuckled, and this caught her attention,
