Deep down, Skeeter knew she should be terrified of the unusual male holding her hand. After all, he had threatened to kill her. Hell, he had even tried.
She figured if he really wanted her dead, he could have done it when she fainted. It was a bad habit of hers whenever she saw blood. One of the healers her dad brought in the first time it happened said it was probably a reaction to a bad memory. He was right. Every time she saw blood, she saw her parents and the other members aboard the small research shuttle lying in pools of it. She remembered scrambling away from it, afraid if it touched her, she would be like them.
When she started to surface, she usually had a panic attack, but this time she hadn’t been scared. She liked the feel of the warm hand holding hers. It made her feel – sa
