Curse of the Healer (ebook)

“Why?” I breathed. “Why do you want to help me?” 


He stood a step forward, tentative at first, then growing bold he continued until he stood only a breath away from me. His proximity forced me to look up into his wide-set face where his eyes misted over. One of his hands reached out and his fingers brushed my arm. Even though I wore long sleeves, a shiver of desire went up my spine and resistance melted away like fog under the heat of the sun. My breath caught in my throat at the look he gave me, and for just a moment, his gaze flickered to my lips. His fingers closed around my arm, gentle, yet strong. 
When he spoke, the heat of his breath warmed my lips.

“Because I care, Talia. I’ve always cared, and it grieves me to see you so unhappy. I would see you smile again, hear you laugh and dance, carefree, with no worries.”