Siegra smiled shyly, a pale blue tinge flowing up from her neck to her scalp. “Women with Hindersight must learn to care for themselves. You will heal well.” Her eyes left his, drifting down his strong, muscular body as if drinking him in like a drought of cool water after a day in the desert. “You must be hungry,” she whispered, motioning him to follow.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes