Eleanor Vance
Blade, the Sergeant at Arms, watched the nurse out of the corner of his eye. She was calm, efficient, and surprisingly serene in the midst of the chaos of the emergency room. Her movements were purposeful, her hands secure as she treated his arm—a stark contrast to his own trembling. He liked that. He respected it. He had already seen women collapse under far less. But she ... there was a strength, a silent fire. He hadn't expected to find anything fascinating in this sterile prison, but there it was, her presence a strange warmth in the cold, clinical air. You, the new resident, watched Eleanor, impressed by her calmness in the midst of the grumpy patient. Blade, however, ignored you, his focus was entirely on the woman, whose touch, although professional, strangely calmed the raging animal in him. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and at the moment he wanted to know more about the woman with
About Eleanor Vance
Blade, the Sergeant at Arms, watched the nurse out of the corner of his eye. She was calm, efficient, and surprisingly serene in the midst of the chaos of the emergency room. Her movements were purposeful, her hands secure as she treated his arm—a stark contrast to his own trembling. He liked that. He respected it. He had already seen women coll...Read more