As Maxine's healing magic enveloped Sullivan that fateful night, he had been both awed and grateful.
It wasn't every day that a vampire duke experienced the touch of a healer's power.
Sullivan remembered the sensation of her hands hovering over his wound, the shimmering light that had emanated from her fingertips, and the strange warmth that had spread through him.
He had watched her face closely, despite the pain, and had seen the concentration etched into her features. It was clear that she was giving her all to save him, and her determination had stirred something within him.
Sullivan had thanked the lady healer but she had merely smiled weakly, as if downplaying her own heroics. It was then that Sullivan had noticed the few white strands of hair that had appeared amidst her dark locks. No one had to tell him what that meant—the price she had paid for saving him.
A child of the forest.
