Page 21 of Stars in Aura

It would not let go, and she had no answers to get it offtheirback.

‘Cept to buy time until she came up with an answer, the way forward.

Which meant that what she was about to do was inevitable.

There was no other way.

However, today, of all days,hewas the freakin’ lead surgeon.

There was no pulling the wool over his eyes.

She was well aware of how muchhewas observing her, waiting for a misstep.

Still, Issa was no grunt. This was one of hundreds of surgeries she’d either led herself or assisted.

She was a damn fine specialist, one of the best, and she knew it.

Hell, she had operated on powerful, supernal immortals, for Devansi’s sake.

Yet now she quaked on the inside because working with him left her ragged.

Heck, he strained her nerves and drove her soul wild.

Commander Ki’Remi Sable.

A full-fledged meta in his enigmatic, untamed supremacy and sheer beauty.

Also, a sawbones with the bedside manner of a malfunctioning war mech.

The one senior medic with the attention to detail she didn’t need in her face today.

Mr. Precision.

Dr. Brooding.

Blazin’ Spicy McSpicy.

Twas what the entire nurse contingent and a considerable percentage of the doctors onboard called him.

They sighed when he strode past, eyes limp, mouths salivating at his drop-dead gorgeousness.

‘Who is having that demi-god’s baby?’ one whispered earlier that shift to Issa at the nurses’ station. ‘Because Ifokkin’ volunteer.’

Now, Issa exhaled as she stood across from him in profound irritation, masking her trepidation with a faux smile.

Her eyes were on him as he adjusted the laser scalpel with an obsessive meticulousness.

Despite his savage-handsome magnificence, Ki’Remi Sable always managed to appear perfect and freakin’ neat.

He was like a dark god of logic and control, yet with an undercurrent of wild abandon.

He loomed tall and imposing, with sculpted angles and smooth, honey-gold skin.

A mane of inky locks crowned his head, hidden under his surgical head scarf.

He wore them in a bun or tight cords when not in the surgical suite.

However, he let them fall loose off shift, trailing lush and glossy down past his shoulders. Today, a braid trailed down his back. It was shot with gilded highlights and almost compelled her to run her fingers over it.

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