Zephyr sucked in the cold evening air, his gaze steady on Jason who was staring with the letter clutched in his hand.
“The bracelet was a gift from my mother,” Zephyr started. “It belonged to my father, before it was handed over to me. But you were right.” His eyes trailed off to the bracelet. “It can do things.”
“Like heal people?” Jason's voice lifted curiously.
Zephyr hesitated, and then steadied his gaze on him. “Yes,” he answered. “But there's more to it than just healing.”
Jason's eyes sank, curious and patient.
“It gives me ideas, solutions, I think,” Zephyr stuttered. His eyes sank briefly, his fingers gliding over the vine-wood.
“Ideas like the treatment plan you came up with. The one Ryker accused you of stealing.”
Zephyr's gaze snapped back at Jason. Eyebrows locking to
