"This is absolutely your choice." His voice was dangerously quiet now. "You're moon-touched. This wound? It could be healed easily. These are just small things…minor injuries that your gift could fix with barely a thought."
My hands clenched into fists at my sides.
"But you chose not to heal it," he continued, taking a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Just the way you chose not to save my dad even when you could have healed him. Just for your benefits. It is always in your hands, Amber. You always have the power. But you choose according to your willingness, don't you? According to what served you best."
His accusation stabbed my heart and soul. I felt like some stole the air from my lungs.
His father. He was bringing up his father again. The wound that had never healed, the g
