She flinches when I touch her scars. Good. Means she still feels something.
I’m the healer who stitched her back together after the Stonevein bastards broke her. Now the clan’s ridiculous St.
Paddy’s festival demands I paint her green and claim her as my partner for seven days.
Forced proximity.
Her skin under my hands. Her panic when I get too close. Her eyes when she finally stops running.
I don’t ask permission. I show up. I wait. I growl “mine” until it sinks into her bones.
She runs anyway. Scared of what it means to want the monster who fixed her. Well, she can run. But she can’t escape the truth.
She was always meant to be painted green.
Read on for forced festival partnership, green possession, trauma obsession, runaway panic, and the orc healer who refuses to let his broken woman stay broken. HEA Guaranteed!
