Willow

Ronan stared at the steaming cup of tea Willow made for him. She perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to speak.

“Drink the tea. It will help you regain your strength.”

Ronan nodded absently and sipped the hot beverage. His nose wrinkled and he frowned.

“It’s a little bitter, but it will stimulate your sense and your nervous system.”

“Because it is so bracing,” Ronan grumbled.

Willow’s heart fluttered and she couldn’t ...