Hayes
n't move, otherwise even God can't save you"-s
ure of shock and disbelief. He couldn't comprehend how a s
fingers deftly unfastening the top two buttons of his so
t I was faster. My other hand, holding a silver needle, moved like a
n torn from his throat. The burning sensation of silver against a werew
d died on his lips. He could feel it. The raging firestorm inside him, the poison th
is upper body. This was my signature technique as Healer "X"-fighting poison with poison. Using trace amounts of specially treated si
ian's body began to subside. He sagged against a cold, wet rock, ga
s a new look, complex and searching. The raw hostilit
. This time, it wasn't a thre
lean on a cloth before carefully placing it back
ttractive sound. "Save my life? Or take it? Treating a werewol
e the energy to joke means you're not going to die. I'l
confirmed his condition, demonstrated my value, a
said from
ut didn't
on." His voice had regained som
A sliver of sun broke through the
me is
e flicker of astonishment in his ey
fian
The calm, mysterious, and dangerously competent woman before him was nothing
another question. I turned and q
of the cliff, I could feel my ow
cliff's edge in my rearview mirror. A man in a sharp
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