Book 1: Just a Taste

Emory

My head is aching, and my shin is throbbing, but when I look up to see King Kane standing near the side of my bed, it’s like all of the aches dissipate, and the only thing that matters now is him.

I start to sit up, but he stops me with a motion of his hand. Helga and Nellie are gone, and it’s just him and me now. I don’t move, but he comes to sit next to me on the bed so that his hip is right next to mine.

“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice full of concern as he gently brushes my hair away from my face.

I am lying in an awkward position to be able to talk to him, and I do feel it is necessary that I let him know what happened, at least to a degree, so I roll my hips toward him and scoot up a bit on the pillow, while holding the ice bag in place over the lump on my forehead.

He takes it from me, and once again, his fingers touch my skin, just briefly, but it is enough for a fire to begin to grow in my flesh, rippling through