Sin leaned a shoulder against the doorway of the small room in which Jax had been placed. The man lay unmoving on his stomach on the bed. His eyes were closed, and he was either still unconscious or sleeping. He looked battered, but his breathing sounded normal, which, Sin thought, must be a good sign.
Lilia, her long dark hair pulled back in a loose knot on her head to keep it out of the way, bent over Jax to ease a sheet up over him, careful not to drag it across his healing wounds. When she straightened and saw Sin, her face broke into a smile. "My Lord."
Sin let out a soft groan. "Please, Lilia, I've been 'lorded' as much as I can bear for the day and it's not even mid-morning yet."
"Well, I suppose since you had a difficult night last night I'll humor you...Sin." Another smile.
