Chapter 192 Archer's Healing Hands

• Archer’s gaze is heavy on my skin. I can feel it caress me as surely as if he was touching me with his hands. It trails down the column of my throat, stopping at the curve of my bare tits. I make no move to cover myself. I want him to see.
• After being so close to death, maybe I want to feel alive again.
• But then, unexpectedly, that same heavy gaze slides farther down, until he is inspecting the bruises of my ribs. Slowly, he reaches out and gently touches his fingers to the bare, unblemished skin of my lower abdomen. It’s one of the few places left on me not purple and painful.