Annica knelt in front of the General with her head down. She could feel the green eyes watching her even as she lowered herself.
After a while, the General straightened his back from the back of the sofa he was sitting on and lean forward. With elbows resting on his knees, the man looked down.
"Show me your wrist," the man commanded in his cold, flat tone of voice.
Annica stretched her left hand forward. The bandage was still wrapped around her thin wrist.
Daemond grabbed Annica's wrist and carefully removed the bandage. He rubbed Annica's dried wound with his thumb.
"I can see the incision is quite deep. It's a good thing you didn't lose your wrist altogether."
The man suddenly pressed down on the incision mark on Annica's wrist hard enough for her to wince..
"Ouch. It hurts," Annica hissed softly with her eyelids starting to water.
