“Will you take something for the pain after you’ve eaten?” he asks. I shake my head, not wanting any kind of drug from him. Carson places his hand beneath my chin, nudging my face up until our eyes meet, then he says, “I never have, and I never will take advantage of you. You need painkillers.” I search his eyes and only seeing the man I love hurts. Will I ever be able to tie my hermit together with the assassin? “Nothing strong,” I give in because my chest aches like hell. “I don’t want anything that will cloud my judgment.”
