The suggestion left me with a bad taste in my mouth. But his tenderness, how he'd massaged my nipples, the way in which he'd introduced the topic of the wolfsbane… baffled me. He seemed to care, truly care, but then would revert to this masterful, almost dictatorial role.

I placed my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare toes catching the cold of the carpet. My body still remained a bit weak, a leftover from the illness.

I needed explanations.

Henry's sudden departure, his secret ...