“Do you feel better?” I whispered, trailing my fingertips back and forth over a cabled ridge on his chest. “Now they’re gone?” Gloam gave me a soft smile. “Yes.” He lifted my hand and kissed my palm. “You are my Androcles.” I grinned shakily even as I asked, “Who?” He chuckled. “The slave who pulled the thorn from the lion’s paw.”
