Edward’s POV
I never imagined reuniting with Elizabeth like this. While Henry is out for my head, she swoops in like a heroine, saving me with a well-aimed arrow.
If we are characters in a novel, the author must have mixed up our scripts with a comedy of errors. As our lips part, I can’t resist asking, “What spell did you cast on my soldiers?”
“Healing power,” she explains, cool as you like.
“Are you a witch?”I gaze at her.
“What? No,”she chuckles, adding with a proud smile. “That’s my gift.”
“Gift?” I echo, trying to process the fact that my life has just added a dash of magic realism.
“Yeah, wolfless individuals have their own gifts,” Elizabeth says. “Though I haven’t fully mastered it. Leaves my head spinning like a top.”
“Want to come back and rest with me?” I almost beg.
“We
