The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank saw no harm in making the trip.

He did not have anything else on his plate at the moment. All he was doing was waiting for Ciaran Zobel to make contact, and she would not be doing so anytime soon. Most importantly... Frank could hear the quiet footsteps shuffling toward his room.

Naturally, it was none other than Kat.

And with Helen staying in the next room at the moment, what else could happen if Helen caught them?

Pausing for a moment, Frank then leapt to his feet, teasing Abel, "You know you'll need to pay a consultation fee if you ask me to make a trip like that, Mr. Loggins."

"No problem!" Abel assured him-he was more concerned that Frank would say no.

Not only was Frank's abilities as a healer profound, but Abel had to bother him on two occasions already.

favors like Abel had would upset them soon enough. If they were short-tempered, they would

he still would not dare to

was exceedingly important-Abel really would

been paranoid-Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest there be maladies

around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than

and yet he willingly remains anonymous. I, on the other hand, would flaunt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine so readily, even building an apothecary and building

the door and strode into Frank's room, but he was already gone, leaving the window open and the curtains

top speed, leaving Kat stamping her feet. "Why are

had no choice but to return