I watch as Sophia wipes tears from her eyes, her grief momentarily pushed aside by the healer's instinct as her fingers hover over the cut on her father's cheekbone. The soft glow emanating from her fingertips fascinates me, her true omega healing ability made visible.
James Blackwood sits perfectly still, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face as the wound knits closed under her touch. The tenderness between them stirs something uncomfortable in my chest, something dangerously close to envy.
'She is stronger than she looks,' Conri observes in my mind, his interest piqued by this display of Sophia's power. 'Heals well, even through grief.'
'Yes,' I agree silently. 'Another reason the Council wants her back so badly.'
The father-daughter reunion complicates things considerably. Havi
