"Don't forget to read the author's notes tonight and tell me your opinion in the comments."
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The mattress dipped on the bed as Lord Thorn took a seat at the edge to remove his boots. He was tired and ready to bathe. The odor of sulfur and brimstone mixed with his sweat made him smell bad. He felt the grime cling to his skin, making him itchy all over.
Rose observed as Chris adeptly unlaced his leather boots and removed them. She positioned herself to sit behind him on the bed. Rose wanted to take a peek at his back and gauge how severely he was wounded.
"What are you doing?" he asked before Rose's hand could lift the tunic he wore.
"I would like to see your shoulder," she explained.
