“You cut Heather. And then you healed him,” Sasha said, after riding silently beside him for an interminable hour.
“Yes.” Damion knew the question was coming.
“You giveth and you taketh away?” Her voice was troubled. He wanted to ask her what bothered her most . . . his anger toward Heather or his casual use of his gift. But he didn’t.
“I chastised him . . . then I forgave him,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because everyone deserves healing.” He meant to mock her, but his delivery was weak and his target unfazed.
“Hopefully everyone won’t require healing.” Sasha’s brow furrowed, drawing her freckles together in unanimous disapproval.
She didn’t press the issue or needle him further about his quarrel with Heather, but she had not forgotten his promise to answer her questions. Over the next we
