Chapter 185 The Stranger

• Faye
• He’s tall and handsome, with eyes the color of polished jade. His eyes sparkle as he steps into the overhead light, but his expression is dire–serious with a hint of concern, maybe even skepticism, as he keeps his gaze honed to my face.
• I’m trembling from pain and also the feeling like this man is very important in some way and I should be weary. The healer, whose rough hands have been doing nothing to help ease the pain in my body, bows his head and steps back to allow the stranger a better view of what’s left of me, and I feel myself trying to shrink away, to disappear completely into the homespun sheets and goose down pillow that smells like whoever used it last.