I let loose. “Don’t you ever do that again! I’ll kill you. I don’t know how but I’ll find a way to kill you.” I meant every single word. I would not be controlled, threatened or used in this way. I stood and turned to leave the room.
“You can heal him.” Adrien’s voice stopped me and I hated myself for listening to what he said, for the fact that he knew exactly what to say and when to say it to control me. He didn’t even need power to get me to listen. When I turned around a sheaf of papers held together by a black binder clip slammed into me, stinging my chest. I caught it and looked down at the bolded title, “Cutaneous Wound Healing.” If I could control his muscles, I could control his skin, knit it back together. I took the pages and walked out.
*
I sat in my room, recovering from th
