““You should leave her entirely." Caire's mouth twisted humourlessly. "I find I cannot." "Why?" St. John shook his head. "She isn't even your type." "What is my type?" St. John glanced away. They both knew well enough the kind of women Caire favoured. "There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.””
