THERON SAT IN ONE SHADOWY corner of his room, elbow planted on the arm of the overstuffed chair, chin on fist, brooding. His mood was as black as the night outside, his somber eyes watching the woman occupying his bed, wearing his shirt.
He tried to look upon Leah's stay here objectively. He had the knowledge of a physician, and was trying to help her in regaining her strength. In doing so he was relieving his guilt at having been the one to injure her in the first place. She was supposed to be no more than a patient to him. If it had been any other woman, she would be merely a patient. But Leah Nolan was no ordinary woman. She represented a potential state of euphoric nirvana. His extreme ecstasy. His soulmate. His doom.
Yes, he felt guilty for her injuries, but he could just as very we
