Aileen said inadequately. “Aileen!” A small trickle of blood coursed down her paper-thin cheek. Her blush stood out in garish contrast to her blanched complexion. “You’re hurt!” She touched her cheek and stared at the crimson drop on her finger in wonder. “It’s nothing, just a scratch.” “We’ve got to get that seen to. Do you have a first aid kit? Where’s your bathroom? You better sit down,” I babbled, shaking like a leaf. Liam circled us, his outline sharp and defined. The light of battle shone in his eyes. “Come on out and fight, you bloody bastard.” He was upset to be cursing. For some reason, it calmed me. I took Aileen by the shoulder. “Let’s go to your bathroom and get you cleaned up before I deal with this mess.” “That’s not necessary, child.” “I insist.” “If you’ll sweep this up, I’ll go clean my face.”
