*Stephan*
I am most fortunate, according to the physician as he finishes wrapping a bandage around my midsection. "The knife didn't slice into any organs."
If this pain in my side is the result of good fortune, I would hate to know what an unfortunate man feels like.
"Not a professional assassin then," Tristan remarks, leaning against one of the posters at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest.
Raphael brought me home and then sent word to Tristan, who came as quickly as he could, bringing the physician, Bill Grimley, with him. Grimley doesn't seem much older than us, but I have a feeling he is more than he seems, and he is well-versed in the art of healing.
"Or a soldier," Raphael adds, holding the drapery slightly aside, peering into the night. "Otherwise, he would have
