Zane Jennings reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her from saying something she shouldn't. His eyes locked onto his own reflection in hers for a long, long time. "You dare tease me? Aren't you afraid of what I'll do to you?"
Erin Lowell's gaze was incredibly unnatural, and her ears began to burn.
She pulled her arm from his grasp, doing her best to compose herself. "Getting a little handsy, are we? Aren't you afraid this doctor might retaliate on that wound of yours?"
He let out a soft laugh, the sound raspy from his smoky voice.
There was a bed in the exam room, but Erin Lowell didn't have him lie down. She just let him sit on the desk. The re-injured wound was oozing fresh, red blood, soaking the entire gauze pad until it clung damply to his skin.
