FIONA
I swallowed hard. “What if she got it wrong? I mean hundreds of soldiers, that’s absurd, right?”
July folded her arms, a faintly annoyed look on her face. “I saw you, Finny,” she said. “Just before you passed out, I saw you place your hand over the wound of a soldier, I saw the bleeding stop, saw the wound disappear.”
My stomach tightened. “That wasn’t…”
“What?” She supplied, exasperatedly. “Are you going to tell me I imagined that too?”
I didn’t answer. Mostly because I had asked myself that same question a hundred times since I woke up in that camp clinic feeling like I might puke my liver out.
The prince cut in impatiently. “The moment you left, July, who by the way we all thought was at my aunt’s chateau, returned home and reported the incident immediately. She believes tha
