Chapter 5Taden gingerly touched his scalp after the doctor left and felt the jagged skin of a forming scar. The wound had already knit together. All that remained was a slight tenderness to the touch. He didn’t know if he should thank Conor or scream in frothing madness for the magic used on him.
He lit several candles against the growing darkness and put his room in order, covering the bed with fresh linens. A nervous chill ran through him as he straightened the comforter, and he fled the confines of the room to the balcony at the back.
He stared a moment at the wide cot he used during the warm summer nights, then fetched a thick blanket to cover it. He lay down on the cot, but found he couldn’t rest, not with Nathaniel’s tantalizing body dancing behind his eyes. A smile curled his lips
