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Whatever Axel had said or done outside had caused the charming, articulate man to retreat and leave behind the only man in history to suffer from PMS.
“Let me guess; what happened outside was a big mistake and won’t happen again.” She prompted drolly before he could open his yap and dig a deeper hole for himself. “Yeah. That’s pretty much the footnotes.”
“Ye Gods! My ears! My ears! It burns us!” She screamed this time, only to hear a series of muffled laughs and one huge sigh. “She’s obviously going to be fine.”
She didn’t really understand where the words or the urge to heal Ryker had come from. She just knew she had felt an urgent burning need to relieve the paladin’s grief and had followed her gut. It wasn’t the first time she had felt another … presence and not the first time she had healed like that but knowing she was already an oddball, she went with a simpler answer; “Life heals.”
He may be slow on the uptake but once he made up his mind it was permanent.
“I also saw some of your sketches sitting on the bench in the kitchen.” That made her freeze. “You did?” She gulped. “Yep.” He smoothed his palm over a rounded globe. “I saw the drawing of me; shirtless, scarred face, sickle in hand … and the speech bubble above it saying ‘blah! blah! blah!’
