After the chicken finished roasting, she extinguished the fire. Evangeline washed the grease from her hands and walked toward Rhys Finch.
She keenly noticed the way Rhys Finch's back instantly tensed. A faint smile touched her lips as her fingertips lightly rested on his shoulder. "Don't be nervous," she said softly. "You can just sit. I'll unwrap it for you."
Rhys Finch's Adam's apple bobbed, his jawline tightening. "What would I be nervous about?"
That's what he said, but his voice was a fraction hoarser than usual.
Evangeline didn't call him out on it. She reached out and began to unwind the gauze from his face, layer by layer, her movements exceedingly gentle.
A moment later, the bloodstained gauze drifted lightly to the ground.
Evangeline's fingertips hovered in mid-air. She was momentarily stunned as she gazed at the face suddenly revealed in the light.
