Page 44 of Forbidden Desires

“I need to check over my patients without an audience. You can come back later, but I’m limiting them to two at a time. Out.” There were sounds of disappointment and cheers that they were alive as everyone left the room.

Bly stared at them, unable to move for a few moments. A miracle. It was a human concept, one he didn’t understand until now. When something happens, and there is nothing you can come up with that explains it. Magical, mysterious, spiritual. Like meeting a race that has women compatible with the males of your planet. A miracle.

“I can’t explain why you’re alive, and to be honest, I’m not going to try,” Healer Bly said as he started looking at the scans that were being taken.

“What’s your name, date of birth, and what year is this?” he asked Amelia.

She rattled them all off without a hitch.

“Who is this next to you?”

Amelia’s hand snaked the short distance between her and Zylar. Their fingers intertwined.

“He’s my mate. The love of my life.” Being dead gave her the perspective that living day to day didn’t.

“Do you know who you are?” Healer Bly asked Zylar. He told him his name and his lineage, as well as his house name.

“You both know who you are. That’s a step in the right direction. You’ll need intense physical therapy.”

Amelia shook her head no.

“If you want to walk again…” Healer Bly stopped talking when Amelia shook her head.

“I know.” She coughed. Her throat was still parched, and every word felt like a razor coming out. It took less energy to get the water sitting by the bedside than it had to move her arm when it was her or Stacey and still it hurt like hell.

“Two weeks,” she got out. “When you know a goddess, timelines get moved up.” She collapsed on the bed, wanting to sleep.

Zylar moved across the bed and took Amelia, who was already asleep, into his arms.

“Bly,” Zylar whispered. “If the scans and the bloodwork come back without an issue, put us in a healing sleep.”

Zylar closed his eyes and followed his mate into a deep sleep.

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“Wee.” Amelia jumped up and down, watching the ground act like a trampoline. “Is this a dream?” she asked Zylar, who was doing somersaults in the air.

“I believe Bly placed us in a healing sleep. Many reports say what happens to the mind while healing this way is different and strange for each person.”

“We’re having the same dream.”

“We’re one,” Zylar told her.

Amelia stopped jumping to think about what Zylar said. They were one. Mates tied together to infinity and beyond. She laughed. Children’s movies were the best.

She jumped, rolled and ended up in Zylar’s arms. She kissed him, the kind of kiss that said they had forever to kiss, butunderneath it was fueled with passion, saying she didn’t want to take a minute with him for granted.If she could be killed once, it could happen again.

Zylar’s tongue slipped into her mouth and everything she was thinking fled. All she could feel was her breasts tingling with desire and the way her legs felt heavy. Her pussy was dripping with need. She wanted him.

“You ever have a quickie?” she whispered, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Quickie?”

She laughed, taking a step back to get naked and grinning when Zylar did the same.

“I have so much to teach you. Thank God or the goddess that we have eternity together.”

“And a day,” he said, his eyes eating up her nakedness. He reached for her, taking her in another kiss as his hands played with her back, caressing her and making their way down her spine. When he got to her ass, he squeezed the cheeks before slapping them several times and then smoothing them. Amelia moaned. He was hers and she loved the palms of his hands on her ass.

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