Every Scar You Left Me

Nine years ago Sahar Halim took a posting on the other side of the world and never wrote back. Iris Bellamy moved on, in the ordinary way that means forward and not over. Now a colleague is down on deployment and Iris is flying in to replace her — into a surgical camp at the edge of the Verge, where the medicine is modern and the debts are not. Here, healing is negotiated with something older than the borders, and the tithe is coming due. Sahar is the only surgeon the Verge will accept. She is also thinner, quieter, and carrying scars Iris has never been allowed to see. With a warlord's envoy at the gate and a twelve-hour roster in front of them, they have four nights to finish a conversation that started badly nine years ago and never ended at all. A monster bait doctor reunion romance about triage, triage, and one more triage.