Evelyn's p.o.v.
I never believed in magic. No one did.
Those kinds of things—they just don't exist—they can't.
And that's why I kissed Peter again to confirm that I wasn't hallucinating, that my lips hadn't just magically healed him. It is impossible, right? It has to.
I heard that animal shout behind me, but I paid Souvenir no attention and focused on kissing Peter. I thought he was going to die...because of me. And my foolish heart couldn't just take it, I hugged him...kissed his forehead. And that bleeding scar on his temple healed before my eyes..leaving nothing but a minor scar.
This time, I kissed his shoulder...a deep wound was spreading poison on his body, making his flesh blue from there...but as soon as I kissed him, or maybe just touched him, his flesh started to heal.
