She raised her hand in threat and he started off down the hall. Alex needed better guards.
A single candle burned low on the table. Soon, no light would grace the room. Alex’s pale skin shone in the dim glow. Etta flicked her finger, and the flame grew larger until his every feature was illuminated.
A sheen of sweat highlighted his brow. Etta moved to the bed, the sudden urge to be near Alex taking control of her every move. She found a bowl of water and cloth on the table next to him. Dampening the cloth, she dabbed it across his forehead, wanting, needing to give him any relief she had to offer.
A groan sounded weakly in his throat and his cracked lips moved as if he wanted to speak. Lips that had once been the only thing she thought about. They’d had the power to hold her together wh
