Portia
I take a sip of tea that's gone cold. The same cup Lenore gave me hours ago. Wonder where she is now. She's so worried about him. I saw it on her face.
I didn't know she was Alec's aunt. When Alec and our small party got back to the island, I saw that he had caught a bullet, but it was a flesh wound. Still, seeing it, seeing her peel the shirt off his bloody skin and watching his face, I know it hurt like hell. It may have hurt her as much, from the look on her face.
They'd called a doctor in. She said Callahan and the other men may need him when they're back.
When. Not if.
But before the doctor got to the house — because we had to wait for transport by either boat or chopper — Lenore had cleaned the wound. I just sat there and watched.
Blood doesn't bother me. It's strange, i
