Laura Sterling
I looked up at Aaron through blurry, tear-filled eyes, my voice barely holding together.
“Did she give me something that can be fixed?” I asked, terrified. “Or am I going to stay like this… forever?”
Aaron stayed silent for a moment, watching me cry. Then he reached out and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. His touch lingered longer than necessary, warm against my skin. I hated how my heart skipped at the contact.
“There is an antidote,” he said quietly.
My breath caught.
Aaron moved closer on the bed, turning his body fully toward me. He placed one hand beside my hip, leaning in so I was partially caged by his strong frame. His stormy eyes locked onto mine with that intense, possessive look that always made my breathing uneven.
“My men got the for
