Chapter Three
“Hold it, Mr. Posas.” Elise raised a hand to stop any more of his words. “While everything you’ve told me is interesting and somewhat disturbing, I’m not ready to believe that my son has the soul of a dead medicine man living inside him! Although, I can handle the fact that he has healing qualities.”
Mr. Posas raked a hand through his hair, oblivious to the fact that he pulled it free from the confining band he’d had it in. The ebony curtain now lay splayed over his shoulders. Elise could easily imagine this man hovering over her naked body, his soft lips and urgent tongue exploring her mouth.
“Elise.” He said her name and she snapped back to the present. As he spoke his next words her heart twisted with the anguish she knew he must surely feel but hid well. “My people hav
