She wanted him with a desire she had never experienced in her life. This pull to him unbearable, tied her stomach in knots. Sleep, when it graced her, came in broken naps and fretful bouts. Her traitorous body and erotic dreams kept luring her back to images of his green eyes set against his tanned skin. She needed to focus on healing, on finding a cure for her headaches, and coming to terms with her scars. Scars she discovered cut as deep inside as they did out. A headache had hit her so hard during her relaxation class she’d curled into a fetal ball. She had no recollection of how she came to be back in her room with an eye mask over her face, lavender filling her senses, and Sage’s soothing voice whispering orders to those around her. A single candle gave the room what little light she needed as Sage chanted something in a language Ashlynn didn’t recognize. The sounds and cadence soothed. Twice she awakened to find Sage sitting in the chair beside her, a kind smile always gracing her soft face.
