“You want me to tell you a story?” she asked hopefully, and he felt like a child. But if he was a child, he was a desperate one.
“Yes. Tell me one of your stories.”
“I can tell you the origin story. It was Mina’s favorite.”
“Changers and Tellers and Spinners,” he muttered. He didn’t want to talk about the Gifted.
“And Healers,” she added.
“And Healers,” he acknowledged. He definitely didn’t want to talk about Healers. But Sasha did.
“Have you always known you could heal?” she asked cautiously. It served him right. He’d asked her to speak, now he had to answer.
“An old woman—a diviner of gifts—once told me that the gift of a Healer is the easiest to deny. Especially among those who are comfortable with war and suspicious of love.” He had never forgotten the words. They’d seared th
