The effect was instantaneous. The black blisters began to recede, the scorched silk of his skin smoothing out into that pale, marble-perfection I hated so much. But as he regained his strength, he didn't pull away.
He moved.
With a fluid, terrifying grace, he surged upward, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. The movement was so fast I didn't even have time to let out a "Big Boss" protest. One second I was a caretaker, and the next, I was a Hero Sandwich without the bread.
"Better," he murmured, his voice regaining its lethal, silky baritone. He was so close I could feel the rhythmic thud of his heart—now beating in time with mine. "Much better, my little CEO. Your vitality has a... very distinct flavor. Like sunshine and... aggressive ambition."
