When Grady came back, he slumped down on the other side of Thomas. "We don't have any antiseptic, but we do have fire and thread. That'll have to do."

I stayed where I was holding Thomas's hand, and he never squeezed or hissed in pain. Maybe he really didn't feel anything. Or, after everything he'd been through, he'd simply mastered it.

After a while, I dozed and then woke between two warm, hard bodies. The one I was pressed up against the most smelled like almonds ...