Novelas y relatos de Donovan

"How are you feeling?" He's nothing like Damon, and that terrifies me. Donovan steps fully into the room and the morning light from the window catches him properly. I can see him now. Really see him. Tall. Easily six-three. Broad shoulders that fill the doorway but he moves carefully. Deliberately. Like he's aware of his size and trying not to overwhelm the space. Dark hair. Black maybe. Or very dark brown. Cut short but not military. Just practical. His jaw is strong. Sharp lines. Stubble that says he hasn't shaved in a day or two.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.