The room was silent except for the soft, sound of Alexander’s breathing. He lay motionless on the bed, his face calm, almost peaceful. An hour ago, that same face had been pale and lifeless. Now his chest rose and fell, his skin warm again.
Faye sat beside him, hands clasped tightly on her knees. Her palms still tingled faintly. Every few seconds, she would glance at them, half-expecting to see that strange light again.
The healer, Edna, stood at the foot of the bed, her face a mask of disbelief. She had tended to hundreds of wounds in her lifetime... seen death in every shade... but never had she seen it reversed so completely... so fast.
Finally, she exhaled, shaking her head. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she murmured.
Faye glanced at Edna but said nothing. Her father’s hand
