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The Rejected Healer's Retribution

Chapter 8 The Price of a Touch

Word Count: 1204    |    Released on: 02/11/2025

confined to a chamber off the quarantine ward under my personal supervision. His isolation aimed to pr

arrow cot, watching me as I measured herbs and arranged my tools. His anger s

g tinctures for the Betas," he

patient, the source of the infec

pha. It's control. The sickness comes from your unrestrained fear of my magic, locked in your wolf's core.

an antidote to the remaining poison in his system. The only way to

d that be?" he chall

The force of the woman you summoned, Kael. The forc

and raw power-overwhelming the clean smell of t

Every minute you are near me, the scar on my arm pul

pull of the connection tugged at him, but glamour and sealed poison led him

is refusal, but I also needed him to see

sper. "It is your body telling you that the cure is working. But you are not h

ice of

right over the scarred spot. I took his arm, with cold finge

t led to the sharp sensation of our connection snapping apart instead became agonizing

l took a sharp breath, his tempest-ice gaze widening in shock at the flood of naked awareness. He detected t

gent, desperate glimmer in the

n my chest. I had to cl

narrowed his eyes in rage, and in an instant, the opportunity to know me was lost. The smell was also lost. He was

I commanded, my own voice trembli

weak. That's what mak

f the metallic smell that had almost given me away. There

f fresh blood on his own arm, his mind jarred by the way in which my touch had disrupted his focus.

g with

s command of the

ation," I called out. "I need the source with

ambers," he prote

ection that is k

t a heavy, fur-lined blanket from my satchel and spreading it on a small rug near the fireplace.

, with my back to him, and he had to pla

o be locked in the small room with the woman his soul knew, but

ay down in his cot, but his wolf was anything but calm. He was struggling with the

om "The Black

-bond, the analgesic to the chill, untouchable healer facade. The cost of what I sought was that I also had t

ving the glamour more closely in my hea

was a shadow over me. Kael was up. He hadn't come to attack, but

his struggling lupine. He was struggling with his own desires. After what seemed an eternity, he came back to the co

uld I. My heart was broken, but my venge

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