The storm had clawed its way through the mountains, leaving the air sharp and clean. Inside the small, cluttered cabin, the only sounds were the crackle of the fire in the woodstove and the ragged, wet breathing of the creature on the pallet of blankets.Remi wiped a stray strand of hair from her forehead with the back of her wrist, her hands slick with a salve of comfrey and yarrow. He was a study in contradictions, the body was overwhelmingly male, broad shoulders, a chest dense with muscle, the powerful, tapered waist of a predator. But the wounds that scored his torso and leg were pure animal, the deep, brutal gouges of a territorial fight.And then there were his eyes.When he’d first staggered into the clearing two days ago, half-collapsing against her porch rail, they had been a wild, blazing gold. Now, as the fever receded, they were a quieter, more human hazel, flecked with that residual, untamed gold. He watched her, his gaze a physical weight as she worked.“The infection i
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