Part Eighteen

I carried the woman back to my house as Kane followed me. I laid her down on the bed that Jett had occupied the previous night and Kane sniffed her gingerly as I pushed her wet hair out of her face. Her lips had a blueish tinge to them and I hated invading her personal space like this but I had to.

I stripped off her wet clothes as Kane watched and pulled a pair of my sweatpants and a t-shirt on over her naked body. She had plenty of cuts and bruises all over but nothing that looked life threatening. I turned the heating up in her room and covered her with a fur blanket and tucked it down around her.

“Will she live?” Kane asked me as I stood up.

“I think so,” I said to him.

“Stop staring pervert, it’s just a girl,” Kane said as he walked out of the room and I followed him down the stairs as he headed for the living room.

“She smells odd,” I said to him.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked me as he made himself comfortable on the couch facing the television.

“Are you talking to me now?” I as