A Strange Urge

[Diego’s POV]

I don’t bother thinking much of Chanel’s words as she heads out to help Clement and healer Murdoch. There really wasn’t any point in it anyway; that woman talked for the hell of talking most of the time.

Tearing my gaze away from the direction she disappeared, I look at the woman who remains unconscious. Despite the black marks still marring her skin, her complexion was getting better.

That’s good. I think inwardly and then immediately freeze.

“What the hell?”

Why would I give a damn whether or not she was alright? Since she did what she was meant to do, our companionship would end here. I didn’t need her anymore and could go back to my mundane days. At least, that was what I wanted to think. However, as this thought hits me, I feel that annoying sensation in my chest once again.

Frowning, I reach out and press a finger against the woman’s cheek so that once again I feel just how hot her skin is.

“I must be losing it,” I grumble, trailing it along her skin until it reach