Madison’s POV
“Tell the truth. You have a healing gift, don’t you?”
I hesitate. I don’t want to be used for my gift like I was with Dylan.
“Your family has left scars on you for years. Where are they, Princess?” He examines my face, my neck, my arms. “Gone. Because you healed yourself.”
“I-I…”
“With that sort of talent, you could join the royal pack as a healer.”
My mind spins.
Austin’s offer hangs between us like smoke, curling into my chest, heavy and choking. Join the royal pack. Be a healer. Live under his protection. Leave all of this behind.
It’s tempting. Too tempting. I can practically feel the weight lifting from my shoulders at the thought of walking away from Dylan, Zoey, my parents, all of it. But temptation always hides teeth.
“What’s the catch?” I whisper, my voice s
