Cynthia Dion:
"Atticus!" His name slipped from my lips in a desperate plea, though my intention was to caution him to step back from me.
"Yes? Do you have something on your mind?" He used his deep voice to address me, making me aware of how close he had come. His voice was right by my ear. As he started to lift my shirt, I clenched my lower lip and shut my eyes. Before I finally decided to push him away, his cold finger gently touched the area around my injured skin. I shifted to the side, withdrew my hands, and pulled my top down before turning to face him.
"You don't want me to use this medicine on your injuries?" he inquired, a smirk on his lips as he took the medicine from me.
"You know you can simply shift and heal. That will be much easier for you. Why bother with applying this
