Page 67 of Primal Bonds

Suha shook her head. “If you have a fae Gift, it’s probably more than a few drops.”

Kyler returned with a plate of sliced apples, a jar of peanut butter, spoons and four sandwich plates, and set everything on the coffee table.

“Eat.” Jace scooped some peanut butter onto a slice of apple, set it on a plate and handed it to Evie, while Suha helped herself.

Evie realized she was hungry—starving, in fact. She downed the slice and helped herself to another. “But how can I heal people without a quartz?” she asked Suha.

“Fae healers use their hands. You probably felt your palm heating when you were touching Jace.”

She nodded slowly. “I did. But that doesn’t mean I healed him.”

“You helped.”

She rubbed her forehead. “If you say so.”

“Look,” Suha said, “you’re tired. Why don’t I come back tomorrow and we can talk some more?”

“Thanks—I’d like that.”

Suha ate another couple apple slices and came to her feet. “I’m off then.”

“Not by yourself.” Jace made to stand up. “I’ll walk you home. Corban would love to get his hands on our healer.”

Suha raised a brow. “He has to catch me first. Besides, you’re the one he wants, not me. Beau can take me.”

“On my way,” a deep voice rumbled and Beau shambled in. The man was big, with wiry black hair and shoulders as wide as a door, but he had a sweet smile. Jace sank back onto the couch as the bear-man slung a massive arm around Suha’s shoulders. “How’s my girl?” he asked her.

“Good.” She slid an arm around his waist and raised her face for his kiss.

Kyler’s face fell, but he smiled manfully. “Nice meeting you, Suha.”

“You, too,” she said with a kind smile.

“Don’t wait up,” Beau said as the two of them headed out. “I’ll crash at Suha’s place tonight.”

Kyler let out a gusty sigh, and then helped himself to some more food. Not much interfered with his appetite. “If you’re a healer,” he said to Evie between bites, “you didn’t get that from Fane.”

“Fane’s your dad?” Jace asked. “So you know who he is.”

“Sure, but he never said he was fae.”

“But he never seems to get older,” Kyler said. “And he’s tall and blond and looks like a fucking model.”

“Sounds fae to me,” Jace said.

“He couldn’t help our mom,” Kyler added. “I mean, the dude’s a flake, but he wouldn’t have just let her die—not if he could’ve healed her.”

“He loved her in his way. He’s just…Fane.” Evie moved a shoulder. “He comes and goes as he pleases.”

“He’s your dad,” Jace growled. “The man should’ve helped you out.”

“He did. After Mom passed, he gave me a diamond worth thousands of dollars.”

Kyler snorted. “Only Fane would give you a diamond instead of cash.”

“It saved our butts,” she shot back.

Jace shook his head. “That’s just like a fae. Throw some fucking glitter at a problem and hope it goes away.”

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