Venn carefully reminded. “The wound on your wrist was self-inflicted. When Bertha comes back, don't say it was me who did it, let alone being beaten by you today, my right shoulder still hurts."

Shane curled up in the blanket, turned over, and turned his back to Venn. "I want to be alone."

Venn stood up. “Okay, what do you want for breakfast? I told the maid to prepare it, I'll be back in an hour."

"I do not eat."

Shane lay on his side, he closed his ...