Chapter 147 Hotter Than Healing

• “You know,” I said lightly, dragging my nails along the arm of his chair, just enough to make him feel it, “you haven’t actually said anything about you.”
• He stiffened. “I’m not the patient,” he replied, voice clipped, tighter than before.
• “Maybe not.” I tilted my head, letting my eyes wander freely over his face—the strong line of his jaw, the way his lashes framed eyes that were trying very hard not to give me anything. “But you’re still human.”