Rion eased down on the sofa as Chloe helped divest him of his tunic. As soon as her cool hands touched the ragged scar, he could feel warmth melting away the persistent pain. A deep groan vibrated in his chest before he was aware of it.
“Have you been putting up with this kind of misery for long?” the woman physician inquired. Rion heard the edge of intolerance in her voice, knowing it wasn’t the first nor the last time he would hear it.
“It is almost a constant thing,” he admitted, steeling himself for her righteous anger.
“And yet you do not seek any relief? Why, Rion? No. Forget I asked,” Chloe immediately backtracked. “One of these days you will finally come to realize that, by letting your pain remain, you are debilitating yourself. And when that day comes, it may be too late to
