Nineteen
“What just happened?” Brice asked. He knew this echoed Keelin’s question, but he needed an answer.
Ryann shook her head, as if that told him anything. She reached for a fresh dressing and sealed it over Cathal’s shoulder. Then she picked up his shirt.
“Keelin, a bit of help?” she said.
Brice watched them pull Cathal up and work his arms into his shirt-sleeves. Then they lay him back down and fastened the buttons right up to his neck. Ryann smoothed the material over his chest, and rested his arms by his side.
He looked like he was sleeping. If you ignored the blackness creeping up his neck, and the smell.
Only then did Ryann look at Brice. Her face was lined and pale. Maybe it was the effect of the light from the torch, and the shadows it cast, but Brice had never seen her l
