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die,” the incubus whispered, a seductive proposition when healing the man was weakening her, leaving her more vulnerable than ever.
    She lifted her head and gave the incubus a sorrowful smile. “I cannot. I must heal him. I took a vow.”
    His expression turned solemn. “I understand the power of a vow, but if he wakes and kills you, I will say I told you so.”
    She smiled properly for the first time in weeks. “I can take that.”
    The incubus smiled too and muttered in the fae tongue. “We’re all fucked if he wakes up.”
    Rosalind ignored that, sure that he knew she could understand the fae tongue since most witches could speak the language as they worked closely with his kind. He was doing it on purpose to distract her from her work. One tiny mistake and she could kill her patient.
    She had to maintain rigid control over her healing spell. They were dangerous, with a tendency to go awry if the controlling witch’s link to it broke.
    Awry being a polite way of saying inflicting crippling pain on the patient by attempting to heal anything and everything, even functioning organs and joints, before it fizzled out.
    When she had no more energy to expend, she sat back on her heels and her shoulders sagged as she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. He was looking better, but was nowhere close to being healed. She couldn’t do anything more for him right now. She needed to rest until her strength returned, and then she would begin again.
    She stared at him, the incubus’s warning ringing in her tired mind.
    Who was this dangerous and deadly male?
    She willed him to wake and tell her.
    She wanted to know him.

CHAPTER 3
    P ain. It tore at him. Shredded his flesh. Smashed his bones. Devoured his soul. Blood. He needed it. Ached for it. Hungered. Darkness. It consumed him.
    A floral scent swept around him, invading his senses, driving back the darkness and the agony. Nature. He was somewhere green and verdant, beautiful and soothing. He could see it in his buzzing mind, and could see it for himself if he could just get his eyes open.
    He yearned to run his fingers through the tall meadow grass. He longed to lift the wild blooms to his nose and inhale their delicate fragrance. He needed to lay beneath the mighty oak and let the dappled sunlight play across his tired body as the melody of the branches swaying filled his mind. He wanted to breathe deep of it all and let it fill his soul with light.
    Vail forced his eyes open, filled with a hunger to see the nature that brought with it such a sweet, enticing scent.
    Black stone greeted his eyes. The rank odour of mould overshadowed the soft floral fragrance.
    A dream?
    Had he been dreaming of nature, a fantasy so real that it had crossed over into reality? He couldn’t recall the last time he had dreamed. Nightmares were his constant companion. Never dreams.
    But there was no nature in his dark damp cell. No sunshine. No flowers. No meadow grass.
    No beauty.
    “You’re awake.” The voice was female, edged with a quaver that spoke of fear, and a sense of familiarity.
    He shifted his eyes down to her. Beauty and nature stood over him and he saw blue skies in her eyes and sunshine in the spun gold of her hair. A faint scent of wild roses clung to her. He didn’t remember her, or did he? It was hazy. Her face seemed familiar.
    “Remain still,” she said and he complied only because he wasn’t sure he could move, not even to snap her neck or tear her throat out with his fangs.
    Why would he do such a thing to the delicate little wild rose?
    She trembled, her shoulders shaking so violently that her matted fair hair tumbled off them and down her front.
    He wanted to reach out and sweep that hair back into place.
    Vail became aware of the cold heaviness of manacles around his wrists.
    Hazy things started coming back to him, slowly gaining focus in his weary mind. The demons had done this to him. He was sure of that. He recalled the fight and wanting