“I do not,” I said primly, folding my hands as well as I could with my wrists tied.
I couldn’t see more than a vague outline through the blindfold, and the longer I waited, the more rapidly I lost patience. How long was she going to take? Finally, I grew tired of waiting for her to get out of the water. I sighed peevishly before I reached up to pull the blindfold off.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, that was at almost exactly the same moment she decided to step out of the water. My eyes widened as I took in her lean frame. I only looked for a moment before I jerked my gaze away, but the outline of her body had imprinted on the backs of my eyes.
We were the same gender, so it wasn't as if she had anything that I had never seen before, but that didn't change the spark of heat in my lower belly, nor the fact that my throat felt too warm and full. She had curves where a hard life with little food had stripped me of any I might have had, my own frame more lanky than lean. Her long hair, dripping wet from the water, nearly covered her full breasts, and she'd already been wrapping a towel around herself, so I hadn't seen much more.
Still, I was suddenly very glad I had taken the blindfold off when I had, even if I shoved that thought away.
Legacy sighed, and I flicked my gaze back to her, almost disappointed that she had wrapped the towel fully around herself. Other than her long legs and her wet hair, she’d covered everything important before wringing out her hair over the tub.
"I should have known that I couldn't trust you," she said.
I shrugged. "You only said that I had to leave it on while you were getting undressed and in the tub. Not when you got out."
That had not at all been my train of thought, but there was no way I would admit anything else to her. Flirting was one thing because both of us knew that it would never go anywhere until we could trust one another. I couldn't let her see how much she affected me.
She rolled her eyes again, but the corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile, although it disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. The towel rode up on her thighs as she crouched next to the bag again and drew the dagger from before.
I should have been afraid, but I wasn't. If she had been planning to hurt me, she would have done it already.
As predicted, Legacy didn't hurt me. She didn't cut through the ropes either, which would have been the smart thing to do, at least in my opinion. Instead, she held the dagger loosely in one hand as she untied my wrists, leaving the other end of the rope tied around the bed.
I rubbed the tender spots on my wrists carefully, resisting the urge to shove her away as I crawled off the bed. At this point, all I wanted was a bath, and I didn't even care that we were sharing the same water, nor if it was cold. I just wanted to get some of this blood and dirt off me.
"I don't care if you watch," I tossed over my shoulder, trying to take back even the slightest bit of control.
I pulled my clothes off in quick yanks, my finger catching on the hole in my pants where my injury was. The bandage underneath came off next, and I tossed it on the pile of clothes on the floor.
"You owe me new pants," I grumbled as I crawled into the bath.
As expected, it was lukewarm at best, but it was still better than I'd had in a long time. I sank beneath the water and scrubbed at my skin with a clean cloth from the edge of the tub.
"I thought you might prefer me cutting your pants to me taking them off, but it wasn't as if I could ask you, considering you were unconscious," Legacy snarked behind me.
More rustling sounded, so presumably she was getting dressed, and she couldn't see the face I made.
"If you had listened to me the first time I told you I was injured, we might not have had that problem," I shot back.
I got nothing in return but a grunt, not that I cared. I had made my point, and I was more than happy to focus on cleaning myself. My leg ached, and sharp stabs of pain jolted through me as I carefully cleaned the last remnants of the blood away. An infection was the last thing I needed right now, especially considering how little Legacy had cared about my injury until it had been a problem forher.
Once I finished bathing, I stepped out and dried off as best as I could. Legacy lay sprawled out on the bed, watching me as I dried off. I wrapped the bandage around my leg once more then reached down to grab my clothes. They were dirty, but they were all I had.
Instead, though, I found a fresh shirt and pants that must have been Legacy's. She didn't meet my eyes when I looked at her.
"We're about the same size, so at least they shouldn't fall right off you,” she said. “We'll draw less attention if you aren't completely covered in blood and filth."
Another almost kindness, something that I couldn't understand from her. Still, I muttered a “thanks,” pulled the clothes on, and crawled into the bed next to her.
There was only one bed, so it wasn't as if I had another option. I was the one injured, and I wasn't sleeping on the floor.Still, I gritted my teeth when she wrapped the rope around my wrists once more, not as tightly as before, but still enough that I couldn't escape without some serious work.
"How am I meant to sleep like this?" I asked.
Legacy shrugged. "You'll figure it out."
I muttered under my breath, my small burst of goodwill gone, as she shifted her arm under the pillow and turned away from me. A flash of silver caught my attention, my gaze snagging on the dagger from before, tucked beneath her pillow where she could easily reach it.
A plan had already started forming in my mind, so I only had to wait. I closed my eyes and did my best to pretend to sleep, content to take my time.
