Prim insisted on cleaning Egan’s hand. 

As she gently wiped his hand with a cotton swab, she noticed tiny shards of broken glass.

She looked up at him, remembered he might refuse to answer her questions, and looked away again. 

“Come here.” Egan said, pulling her down on him as soon as she had his hand wrapped in a bandage. 

They lay quietly, not talking as she wondered how strange it was for her to feel so close to a man she barely knew, liked one minute, and completely hated ...