She leaned back on the bed, unbuttoning the top of her pants as he pulled off her boots. Grimacing, she slid her pants down past her thighs, and Caine tugged them off the rest of the way. Blood streaked her legs, and Caine winced as he looked at her ankle. It was obviously in rough shape.

“You killed Josiah,” she said.

“I can’t imagine you’d object at this point.” He ran his fingers over her ankle, and his aura assuaged the pain. She watched with fascination as the skin healed over, the wound shrinking.

“Not even a little.”

His fingers traced higher up her leg, his touch tingling over her thigh, and the pain from the last gunshot drifted away at his warm, soothing touch. As he finished healing her, she took a deep breath, her body still throbbing with a faint ache.

“That should do it,” he said, his gaze trailing over her body.

“I just want to clean the blood off before I find Tammi. She tends to freak out about blood.”

“Give me a moment.” His fingers still lingered on her leg, and as he chanted, his aura whispered over her skin, sweeping away the blood and gasoline. Her body thrilled at his touch. When he finished, she was suddenly very aware that she wore nothing but the red underwear, and that Caine’s hand rested on her thigh. Her heart pounded harder, and her breath sped up as she looked into his perfect face. His soft, smooth lips had just been on hers, and—

The door slammed open, and Aurora stood in the entrance. “Seven hells. I heard someone’s heart pumping hard, and I thought you might be injured, but no. We just barely got away from an evil cult with our lives intact and you two are stripping off to get it on with each other.”

Caine turned, pulling his hand away from Rosalind’s leg.

“I was healing her.”

Aurora narrowed her eyes. “Is it just me, or are you two awfully fond of ‘healing’ each other? You know, you could just shag like normal people and not subject yourself to broken bones first.”

Rosalind pulled her ripped shirt closed. “Josiah shot me.”

“Josiah’s a twat.” Aurora cocked her head. “You know Caine doesn’t actually need to touch you to perform magic, right?”

Caine rose, frowning. “It works better that way, actually.”

With her body now healed and clean of blood, Rosalind slipped back into her pants. She tied the remnants of her shirt in a knot in front of her bra. “Is everyone okay?”

“Fine, yes,” Aurora said. “Though I nearly burned to death in the sunlight on the way home. Next time you’re planning on rescuing me from the death cult, please do it closer to midnight. And Tammi’s not quite ready for this level of excitement. I had to give her two cocktails to stop her from babbling.”

Tammi strolled in, her face now fully healed and slightly flushed. “There you are! What the hell happened to you? You were supposed to meet us outside the Chambers.”