Shiloh didn't like the sound of that, and he wondered about the man who gave him the key to this place. He didn't have a name, couldn't track him down if he wanted to, and it made him uneasy.
He watched Shane's face, took in how he dealt with the pain. He was tough, this man, and it showed in more than the marks on his torso. He laid a soothing hand on his wrist, but he didn't offer any words of comfort, just a touch as the peroxide did its work.