Brandon's POV
“Keep her steady!” Grayson's voice slid through the room, sharp and alarming. He was holding Desiree’s right hand, his knuckles white as he watched the Head Healer, Martha, work.
Her hands glowed with a soft, green light as she hovered them over Desiree’s palms. The skin was knitting back together, but the silver scarring left behind by the bars was stubborn and refusing to fade.
I knew it was a bad idea getting back to Celine when he was still very much active inside Celine's brain.
“The iron didn't just burn her,” Martha murmured, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. “It reacted with the power she was pulling through. It's…it's kike her blood is trhjnh yi rewrite itself.”
I didn't care about the science of it. I didn't care about the prophecy or the “Moon-Born”
