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.

best in any business to develop eccentricities, and asking too many favors like Abel had would upset them soon enough. If they were short-tempered, they would be

and he still would not dare to say a

his patient today was exceedingly important-Abel really would

clear that he had 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

which was a lot grander than necessary, and

is a testament to our kind, and yet he willingly remains anonymous. I, on the other hand, would flaunt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine

end, Kat opened the door and strode into Frank's room, but he was already gone, leaving the window open and the curtains bellowing. "What?!"

already sped off at top speed, leaving Kat stamping her feet. "Why are you avoiding

she had no choice but