Chapter 13

“Does it hurt when I do this?”

“Huh?” Tasia frowned. “I don’t feel you doing anything.”

“That’s because I’m not touching you. I’m making sure you aren’t faking.” Aurora slapped Tasia’s healed wound with an open palm. “And if that didn’t startle a wince out of you, then I proclaim the injury fully healed.”

“Werewolves are good at that kind of thing.”

“It sure seems that way.” Aurora picked up Tasia’s robe and helped her slide it on.

“It feels weird, still. You being so helpful, like you’re my butler.” Tasia frowned.

“Your father has his own manservant devoted to the family. How is this any different?”

“I’m not my father.” Tasia picked up the tea and sipped it. “Chamomile?”

“Hibiscus.”

“Damn.” She wrinkled her nose. “Some of the floral scents still confuse me.”

“You can’t tell them apart?”

“Oh, I can,” Tasia replied. “I’m just an idiot who can’t remember which is which.” She smiled at Aurora. “I do, however, smell more