LILIANA
“Stop resisting,” the healer mutters, his voice edged with mild irritation. “It will only prolong the process.”
“I’m not resisting,” I grit out. That’s a lie. We’ve been on it for over thirty minutes and he said the session wasn’t supposed to last more than ten but I was resisting.
Every instinct in me recoils at the magic seeping into my skin. Damn it. I should have insisted that I could withstand the wounds when Darian offered to bring me to the fourth floor—The healer’s part of the academy building.
His hands hover above my bruised ribs again, glowing faintly gold. The light sinks into me like heat under flesh. It’s warm and too invasive. I suck in a breath as the ache in my side twists sharply, then suddenly- fades.
Like it was never there.
I freeze.
The pain is gone.
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