Gabriella had her fair share of heartbreaks nearing her thirties. She had known the abrupt ending of a life, the loss of a lover she saw a future with, and now a love that made her feel alive that somehow managed to kill a part of her. But a secondary portion-a rational portion of her mind reminded her of how insane it would have been to be anything more than a momentary lover to someone like Maximus Arcangeli. A man with blood on his hands and dirt under his nails, a man of experienced lips and dirty sheets of recent lovers-a man whom she both hated and loved, wanted and detested-but one she would not see again…
“I am sure you know...you can not take any more than two of these a day. Keep fluids-water in your body as much as you can...and lift nothing. Don Maximus has asked me to remain
