“I don’t take orders from you, Merrick. You’re the one who did this!” Loche’s eyes were black as he dropped down on the other side of the healer and cupped her chin with his hand. Her eyes followed his fingers as they shifted a strand of wet hair away from her face, then traced her aching jaw, a shiver running through her when his finger trembled. A warning growl vibrated in Merrick’s chest, and Lessia winced when it shifted her body and jolts of pain shot from her ribs.
This is too much 😩 they both can’t be fretting over her in the same room at the same time like this. 😩😩😩😭🤭
