*Eliza*
I knew Jared was behind me. I could feel him closing in on me as I entered his bedroom and walked to the bathroom. My hands were covered in Archer's blood. They shook as I washed them in the sink, crimson streaks swirling down the drain. The doorway creaked with Jared's weight as he leaned against it.
“I knew what I was doing. He'll heal," I said, my voice quivering as I soaped up my hands.
“Why did you tell us you didn't fight in the war in your realm?"
“Because I didn't." A chill ran down my spine as I glanced at him through the mirror then dropped my gaze back to my hands.
“How did you know how to stitch–"
“There weren't enough nurses in Mirage to tend to the wounded who were sent there from Breles. Practically every abled-body person of age was called to fight. I worked
