Chapter 82: Healing Touch
(Cassandra's POV)
The sacred chamber hummed with ancient energy. The faint glow from the silver needles I held reflected against the smooth stone walls. Each needle pulsed softly, resonating with the protective magic infused in this room.
Alexander lay on the raised healing altar, shirtless, his expression unreadable as I worked. His features remained calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the pain simmering beneath the surface.
I inserted a needle along his shoulder meridian, the sharp tip sinking precisely into the correct energy point. His black thorns rippled in reaction, dimly glowing as the ancient healing techniques began their work.
“Hold still,” I murmured, not tearing my eyes from the task. “These energy pathways are delicate. If you move, i
