The Fire in My Blood: Ch 10

“You knew him?” Medicus asked as he held pen to paper.  He didn’t sound surprised.  I had no idea what he was thinking, but man if I could have peeled Medicus’s brain open and got a dig at what was turning in it, I would have paid my right ball for the opportunity. “Before Gemma.”…

The Fire in My Blood: Ch 9

Morning graced my window, illuminating the room in soft orange cream.  I went to stretch and bumped into something.  I drew in a startled breath, only to remember that Sanctus had climbed into bed with me last night.  His breathing was soft, but told me he was on the verge of waking.  I eased up…