“A warm smile passed between them as they both sat quietly. The sounds of the night seemed comforting. The chirping crickets, the hoots of Tawny Owls, and the crackling of the fire made a symphony just for them. Schamel, Amber… — Schamel Amber Copy Share Image
“And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with each stitch. “Light as a feather. Like this.” He moved his hand from her arm to… — Connie Mason Copy Share Image
