Novalee POV
"Get the blood off your hands, Robert, before you ruin the carpet."
My voice cut through the heavy, suffocating silence of the castle corridor. I did not look at him. I kept my eyes fixed on the tall glass doors leading out to the back garden. Outside, the gravel path glistened under the sharp grey sky.
Robert stumbled back against the stone wall. His face was a modern canvas of absolute sickness. He looked pale, green around the jaw, his fingers twitching against his trousers.
"I am fine," he muttered.
"You are lying," I said, stepping closer. I did not do soft. I did not do gentle. I grabbed his shoulder, hard enough to bruise, and let my own power surge through his skin. It was a cold, sharp shock of healing energy. It snapped his posture straight. His breathing slowed
