Chapter 167

• Lusia
• Huddled against the damp stone walls, the healer's room lay cocooned in heat and shade, the lantern's swaying golden glow casting our entwined silhouettes across the still air of the damp walls as if we were ghosts locked in a frantic dance.
• Dane's lips, rough and unyielding, had claimed mine with an intensity that left me breathless, the pheromones a wild musky tide yet still lingering in the air, mingled with the sharp tang of herbs and the faint copper of battlefield blood on his tunic.