on the nightstand

red at the dark ceiling. His legs throbbed with a dull, heavy ache, a

into a tight ball on the leather sofa. Half of her thin bl

the edge of his wheelchair, and dragged his dead weight into the seat.

gers brushing the fabri

apped open. In the dim light, they were sharp and intensely alert, like a cornered

ed his a

per body pitched forward, crashing down onto the ed

illa and sleep on her skin. The heat radiat

the hem of his silk robe. Her thumb found a thick bundle of hardened t

on's leg. He let out a choked gasp. Then the pain

e big toe on his r

. He stared at his foot, breathing ragged. The sensation confirmed w

ed over, presenting her back to him. "Massage... feel good.

pushed himself up with his powerful arms, hauling his dead weight b

orgiann's back, a storm of suspicion

sure they are not disturbed," she said, her tone deliberately loud. "Since she's in his

rage. He slammed his fist against the armrest. "Elizabet!" he roared

hair around,

the closed door, then at Charlton. A cold sm

imbed onto his bed. She patted the empty pillo

ed at her. "G

h tears. She pulled the blanket up to her chin. "Ge

e hated that it worked on him. He rubbed his temp

his dead legs up, collapsing onto the far edge. He pulled the covers over his chest and t

Under the covers, she flashed

under his skin, the specific pattern of nerve degradation-it wasn't spinal damage from a crash. Just as she had deduced from her past

dark. I will find them.