Why do you not feed?
The question was asked casually, curiously. Zendedari's black eyes were thoughtful as he studied Caitlin.
From her position of safety across the room, she watched him. The weight of his gaze alone broke her concentration, took her breath away. She was feeling far too possessive of this patient. She had no right to tangle her life around his. It was frightening that she was reacting so uncharacteristically to him. She had always felt aloof, remote, detached from people and things around her. Her analytical mind simply computed facts. But right now, she could think only of him, his pain and suffering, the way his eyes watched her, half-closed, sexy. Caitlin nearly jumped out of her skin. Where had that thought come from?
