gaze dropping to the base of his throat again. “Do you really want to fix my heart?” The question was uttered in a voice so low I was surprised he made it out. “Yes,” he said. He swept his hand to the top of my shoulder and then up the side of my neck. I sighed, leaning into the warmth, and did not resist as the Drae tilted my chin so I was forced to meet his eyes once more. Fire spread through my body at his touch;
