I approached Prince Leonardo cautiously like I was nearing an injured wild animal.
“I told you to go," he said in a rough voice.
I gulped down my anxiety and went up to him to look closer at his wounds. Some of them were pretty deep, and there was even a bite mark on his neck and a s***h high on his ribcage.
“Let me help," I offered, taking the rag from his hand. He clenched it tightly, not letting me have it.
He glared up at me and I could see the muscles in his jaw flexed tightly.
“Prince Leonardo, let me help you," I reassured, firm but gentle.
After an irritated sigh, he released the wet rag into my hands. I didn't know where to start and I didn't want to hurt him.
I glanced up at his face to try and gauge what he was thinking but he wouldn't look at me. His eyes were poin
