TheHealers by Lynsie Buchanan

did realize it would be smart to check him out. I thought I’d kept the business card of the cop that was at my house in the morning. I could give him a call and see if he could recommend a good private investigator. It couldn’t hurt to look into this Order.
    Leo and I got off the phone and I continued to lie sprawled out on Alexander’s bed. I didn’t even realize my eyes were closed until fingers slowly ran through my hair. My eyes snapped open in an instant.
    “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to just make myself at home. Which bed should I sleep in? Or, I could go home. I’m sure it’ll be fine with the window.”
    His fingers closed over my lips. “Relax. I already told you that you were staying here tonight. You can stay in my room.”
    My heart stuttered. There was no way I could sleep platonically in bed with this man. I was still lying down, but I gently sat up. “I’m not taking your bed. No way. Where would you sleep?”
    A sneaky smile peeled across his face. “I can sleep on the couch and you can have the bed. I’ll even tuck you in.”
    I was sunk. “I need to brush my teeth.”
    I was back in the bedroom in a few minutes and Alexander had pulled back the covers on the bed for me.
    “I still have more questions,” my voice softly whispered.
    “Just one more tonight.” He got in the bed on the other side, on top of the sheets.
    “Where did it all begin? Where did we come from? Was it some kind of genetic mutation?” The scientific part of my mind imagined all the horrific reasons for my skill.
    My feet snuggled their way under the covers and I leaned my body to the side to face Alexander. There was only a small amount of light coming from the lamp on the night table in the room. I moved over closer to his heat — so I could hear him clearly, of course.
    “How much do you know about Greek Mythology?” His soft voice danced its way to my ears.
    “Enough, I guess. I could probably tell you about the well known gods and goddesses.” A yawn escaped from my lips and I continued to roll closer to his side of the bed.
    “Goddess.” There was passion in his words and a deep heated look in his eyes. Maybe we should be talking in the dark so I would not be able to see the heat in his eyes. It was distracting, to say the least.
    “Could we turn the lamp off? I think I’m starting to fall asleep.”
    “Of course.” A ripple of air tickled my face as his body moved around and right back into place. Maybe a little closer.
    “Did you ever hear of Asclepius?” My head gently moved itself to find his voice. I started to think that it might not be that smart to have the lights off. In my head, I thought through all the Greek gods I knew and Asclepius was not one of them.
    “No.”
    “Well, he was the god of healing. Some people say he was the god of medicine and healing, but actually, he was the god of healing.” Our bodies were pretty much intertwined at this point and I rested my head on his arm as it embraced me. His lips were near my ear as he continued to whisper, “We are his descendants. His blood flows through our veins. It’s through his blood that we receive our magic.”
    There was a peace that settled over me again. I was not alone. Alexander and I were the same. This sense of belonging was such an immense amount of emotion that my body started to go into shut down mode. One of the weights on my soul slowly lifted. I was lighter. The lashes on my eyes were kissed as the lids fell. Lips tangled in my hair and his presence started to shift off of the bed. An almost immediate reaction moved my hand to grab him and hope he would stay.
    He knew without words and spoke,” Are you sure you want me to stay?”
    Simple words, spoken and overused across eternity, but I felt strong when I said them now, “Yes, I need you to stay.” It really was need at this point. This man was a stranger to my mind, but somehow my body and soul knew him.
    Rough words in my ear, “Definitely