“But the corruption will spread,” Elias says, kneeling down on Gabriel’s other side and reaching across him to squeeze my shoulder. “It’s not worth it, Ariel – what I watched Gabriel go through? I can’t watch you do it too.”“Corruption?” Ben asks, his voice suddenly frantic. “What are you talking a
Delighted, I drop Gabriel’s hand and leap to my feet, dashing for the side of the cage where Jacks stands.But then I stop in my tracks, stumbling over my feet, my lips turning down in a harsh frown. “Jackson,” I growl, standing straight and putting one hand on a hip, using the other to point to the
“Is this your other mate?” the girl asks me, wandering over to look down at Gabriel. Then she looks up at Elias. “Or is it that one?”Elias laughs a little and shakes his head as Jacks, Ben, Jesse, and I join the two of them, forming a semicircle around Gabriel’s body.“It’s that one,” I say, gestur
“Holy shit,” Jesse breathes, and I glance up to see him staring in awe at the little flame floating before me, even as Midnight squeaks in fear and tucks herself behind him, clinging to his hand. “Are you – can you do anything with it?”“I think I can,” I whisper, looking over at Jacks, who I know f
“Okay,” Midnight says, shaky. “Um. If they’re family, I’ll take them.”“And then back to Moon Valley?” I ask, hopeful, knowing that Midnight can do it.Midnight’s eyes fly wide.“We’ll talk about that part of the plan later,” Jesse says, shooting me a warning look. At the same moment, Midnight bares
I do my very best to imitate my mother in this moment, trying to fall into that deep mediative state she uses when she heals people. Because I have to go into my soul now, and into Gabriel’s, to try and help him. Ben – he’s handling the physical healing of Gabriel’s body.But I’m here to concentrate
“There there, little baby,” I murmur, thinking of all the nice soft things my mother would say when we were kids, and we were hurt, or sad, or wanting. “We’ve got you now. We’ll keep you safe.” I take some of the fire and coat my hands with it, brushing it against his face, drying the residue of oil
“Gabe,” my mate says, shaking his head at me and working hard to sit up. “Please, call me Gabe.”He groans, though, and falls back.“Easy, easy,” I say, glancing up at Ben, who nods to me – letting me know that he finished administering the antidote via IV and that it all went well. “Your body is st