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I was right to be cautious.

For all that I’d anticipated that she wasn’t as bright and breezy as she was attempting to portray, it still made me jump when she accidentally sliced into her finger.

Jolting back, she grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it around the cut.

"No blood on the carrots," she pronounced, making me realize she’d been scanning the platter for droplets.

"Like that matters," Inessa scoffed, bustling around the counter in an effort to drag Aoife over to our side of the breakfast bar. "Take a seat. I’ll tape up your finger."

"It’s just a scratch," Aoife dismissed.

I eyed the bloodstain that was spreading on the cotton fabric. "Hardly." Straightening up, I held out a hand for the first aid kit Camille had dug out of a drawer somewhere. "This is one thing I can do. I took a class."

Aela snorted. "You took a class to learn how to fix a Band-Aid onto a boo-boo?"

I blew her a raspberry. "Feeling hormonal today, are we, Aela?"

She flipped me the bird. Again. She did that a lot.

Digging around the box, I grabbed the things I needed, and while she huffed through it, Aoife finally let go of the dishcloth.

The cut went deep.

"That’ll need stitches," Camille murmured softly.

"I know. I can handle it." I looked at Aoife. "I promise."

She wafted her other hand. "Go for it."

"Put pressure on it again until I’m ready?"

"Fine," she agreed.

Not unsurprisingly for a trained chef, her first aid kit was extensive. I dosed her up with numbing spray after I cleaned the area and made quick work of suturing the site.

"You'll need a tetanus shot."

She shook her head. "Got one a few years ago."

When I'd finished, she peered at the neat stitches as I bandaged up her finger.

"Seems like there’s plenty I don’t know about you too, Savannah."

"My dad had us attend these survival camps when we were younger," I said grumpily. "It was insane. He was convinced if we got kidnapped, we’d be taken to the jungle."

"Was he on LSD?" Aela drawled, making me laugh.

"He was on many, many things at the time. I’m pretty damn sure LSD was one of them. Did you know Pink Floyd wrote a lot of their stuff during acid trips?"

Aela chuckled. "I didn’t know that, but it makes sense."

"They say that if you listen when you’re tripping, itdoesmake sense," I said wryly as I finished my quick repair job on Aoife’s finger and began clearing up the mess I’d made on the counter. "That rumor gotnoxxiousinto acid.Lucifer's Daughterwas written when they were stoned."

"They won Grammys for that album, didn't they?"

I nodded at Inessa. "Five or six. Surprised you know that."

"Conor got Shay into them, and he got Victoria in on it too. For heavy metal rock, it's quite catchy."

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