Nova's POV
She placed her hands over the worst of the welts, her palms warm with that same old magic. I lay there on the bed, unmoving, until the pain dulled to a throbbing ache rather than a stabbing fire. She went about it silently, a fierce determination showing on her face as she completed the final chant. When she withdrew, the feeling was like cold water being poured over hot skin.
"This should last several hours," she said, rubbing at her sweaty forehead. "Temporary magical pain relief. It masks the worst of the feedback from your bond so that you can get some rest without screaming every couple of minutes. Try not to stress yourself, or it'll wear off early."
I nodded, relaxing just a little in my chest so I could breathe right. Jordan had lowered the lights and settled himself
