Relief flooded through his limbs when she let him lift the bowl to her lips. She drank deeply, and he knew the magic was working, soothing her throat, speeding her healing. he was pleased when he saw the bruises at her throat fade.
When the elixir was gone, he set the bowl aside and sat back. She studied him, and he didn't like it. Women stared, but all in their eyes was lust. He'd never been looked at like this before, where a person, with only her eyes, could see into his core.
Core. He had no soul.
She said, "Why?"
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