This is the last one from the list! And this one was hard to come up with, probably only because it was the last. As for other things, I’m working on rewriting some short stories that are part of a series, so I still might not be posting quite so much.
He held the tiny paper package out to her, and his leather mask slithered and roiled, as if something crawled beneath it. “This is the poultice for Midwife Bera.”
Though his hands were gloved Alisandra still felt her heart flutter when his fingers touched hers.
“Are you ill?” he asked. “Your face is flushed. I can prepare you something.”
“No!” Her cheeks grew hotter as she smiled at his kindness, always his kindness. “I’m fine.”
She sighed when the door closed behind her. How stupid to fall in love with someone who would never show you their face.