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eyes, feeling the smile form on his face. Dr. River’s was not at all what he expected. His cock throbbed even more and Chase thought that was the best freaking Christmas miracle ever.
     
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Chapter Three
     
    Sasha confronted Dr. Hart immediately. She didn’t go for his usual small talk. She outranked him in the hospital and they both knew it. Chase Carter was her patient now. Sasha couldn’t cure him, the cancer was too advanced, but for once in her life she was determined to give a man pleasure. Chase deserved that.
    As a siren she possessed the skill to get a full glimpse of a man’s life with a single touch. That talent hadn’t left once she’d been turned into a human. Never had touching a man compelled her to do good, but one touch of Chase’s arm and his life invaded hers. He was a man built with integrity and his life had been the shits. His mother died when he was young, and his father had died about a decade ago. There had been a slew of women in his life but none captured his heart. And now cancer ate away at this strong man. Built like a football player, all stocky muscle, his heart and soul were pure, which was why he joined the police force. She gathered all of that intel simply by stroking his arm, and what an arm it had been.
    Layered with needle marks, it was still defined by muscles. He might have stage three cancer but Sasha knew he fought the good fight. What she also knew was he wouldn’t make it. That too was part and parcel of her gift. The fight before him was long and slow and the vision of the once proud, laughing man before her fading to a shell of himself ate at her. Chase would rather die fast and furious than waste away, and knowing that was what propelled Sasha to take over.
    The curse was not ridding her, but her heart and compassion were.
    It was three in the morning. The night shift had settled the ward into quiet mode. Using the darkness as her cover, Sasha made her way to Chase’s private room. Entering quietly, she stepped through his door and then locked it. The last thing she needed was an audience.
    This time she wasn’t disguised.
    “I’ve been waiting.”
    His voice, soft but full of baritone bravado snagged her heart.
    “I see the drugs have worked. Are you feeling better?”
    He propped himself up in the bed, fluffing the two large pillows up behind his back so he could sit up. She noticed a five o’clock shadow darkening his chiseled face. By the gods he’s handsome.
    “I wasn’t at first but I called the nurse like you said and she gave me something you recommended, which smelled terrible and tasted worse but thankfully did the trick.”
    Sasha moved closer to him and resisted the urge to check his vitals. She was here to give pleasure and then, only once he understood her offer would she think about ending his life.
    Quietly, Sasha dragged the chair in the corner to his bedside. “Yeah, sorry about that, it’s my own special seaweed brew.”
    He laughed. “Gross, you made me drink fermented seaweed.”
    Sasha loved his voice. It was strong and reminded her of the commanding tones of the Titans from her realm. Sasha liked his laugh even more for it tugged at her heart. A heart she had thought was dried up and dead like some beached clamshell. “Yeah, I did, and it worked so don’t complain.”
    “I’m not complaining, but I think you and I know you didn’t come back for chit chat.”
    Sasha undid her hair, letting the length of it spill forward over her shoulders. His hand reached up and stroked a handful. She stilled. Men never touched her real hair but Sasha wanted his caress.
    “Your hair is beautiful,” he said, continuing to gently play with her long locks. “And I see now why you keep it tied up.”
    “You do?” A sexy grin lit up his face and his sky-blue eyes heated, sending spirals of warmth throughout Sasha’s body. Even her nipples peaked, something that rarely happened these days when she was with a man.
    “Yeah, because if