He was a man in his early twenties. On the thinner side, he seemed like he wasn’t eating enough. Immediately, I started to think about possible diseases that would cut his appetite.
“Healer Amber?” he asked.
“That’s right,” I said. “What seems to be the trouble?”
“It’s not personal, ma’am,” he said, then brandished a knife he must have had hidden tucked in the back waistband of his pants. “But a ransom on you could feed me and my family for a long time.”
Seeing the knife, fear rose up in my chest, clogging up in my throat. My heart lurched, begging for Julian to come and save me.
My mind knew that was impossible. He was far away in his own pack, but my foolish heart still called out to him through the mating bond.
The patient came closer, shaking my tongue loose. Julian wasn’t here.
