Natasha
I was organizing my supplies when I heard the door to the healing quarters open. It was late, well past midnight and everyone should have been asleep.
I turned, already knowing who it was before I saw him.
Mikhail closed the door quietly behind him, his eyes finding mine immediately in the dim candlelight.
"You shouldn't be here." I whispered even though my pulse quickened at the sight of him.
"Probably not," He crossed the room toward me, predatory. "But I couldn't stay away."
"Someone could come in."
"No one will," He reached me and his hands went to my waist, pulling me against him. "Everyone's asleep, and I needed to see you."
It had only been hours since he left my bed, but I wanted him just as badly. This thing between us was becoming dangerous in more ways than one.
