When I open my eyes I have to blink several times as my eyes adjust. I look around the room and realize that I am at the clinic. As I raise my head the weight across my midriff tightens. I look down and pause when I see it’s an arm. Without seeing his face I know who the arm belongs to. The air around me is filled with the spiced scent that could only belong to Igneous. I sigh in contentment at its smell.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the heat of him at my back. The hair on the side of my face slowly flows as his...