Chapter 65

"Stay still, almost done." Conrad's eyes lingered on her slender neck and delicate collarbones, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. "Alright, done." Calliope grabbed the ointment. "I'll handle my arms and legs myself." He didn't respond, just turned and walked over to the vending machine, bought a bottle of cold water, then tilted his head back and downed it in one go. As Calliope dabbed the medicine on, she caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, and a wave of unease hit her. Lucien used to look at her like that-wild, hungry. He once gritted his teeth and said, "Calliope, do you even know how dangerous you are? Just one look at you and I swear, I'd die happy in your bed." Crude as it sounded, she knew he wasn't completely wrong. She had that kind of pull. She was scared, scared she might push another man over the edge without meaning to-scared she'd be the reason he did something stupid. "All done. The mosquitos are insane out here, I'm heading back," she said, almost