Sara P.O.V
I hated praise. Honestly, I did. I do the things I do because I want to. Because they’re the right thing. Not because I want attention. Not because I’m looking to be rewarded. I became a healer when I was young because I wanted to help people. Also Kenna was the clumsiest person I’d ever met. Someone had to take care of her. So when I sensed something was off about Caleb’s legs, I didn’t want or expect a pat on the back. I just wanted to make sure Caleb was okay. Not just because I wanted to help him. But because I wanted to help him. Caleb and I had a very complex relationship. He has yet to find his mate, and I had already found mine. He rejected me. And yet Caleb and I had this weird connection. I had thought that perhaps he was my second chance, but second chances are rare.
