Dane POV

Azandra laid down the basket of healing herbs she’d gathered, gripped some kind of medicine bag, and boldly faced the three of them, her chin up.

Tulaska shook her fist at Azandra. “You KNOCK before you enter my home from now on.”

“You asked for these herbs,” Azandra said in a supremely calm voice.

Dane wondered why he’d ever found that voice and that woman compelling. Although he thought her beautiful, physical ...