Absurd.
The leaf that landed before him with “Healer” scribed upon it in Yuni’s typical fashion had all but screamed warning at him.
To leave.
Quickly.
Before the faerie could bring her to him in this condition.
Before a mistake could be made.
And so, stumbling blindly through the forest, bleeding, cursed with this body that refused to shift—damn him and his never-ending rut—he’d managed somehow to make it back to familiar territory. Rosario territory.
He’d thought the sight of his cabin would be a comfort.
A place to lie down in his own misery alone.
That he might weather this storm in solitude.
Away.
Absurd.
As his bare knees hit the grass, he chuckled wryly at that sweet, familiar scent.
Laughed at that incessant fluttering at the doorway.
After all, the irony of his situa
