Page 30 of Knight's End
I kissed his forehead and rumpled his hair before going to check on Declan.
Connor and Quinn had set Declan up between them on the bench. I squatted down so I could get a good look at him. There were shadows under his eyes. “How do you feel?”
He shrugged. “Nothing a little whipping wouldn’t cure.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You look awful to me. Worse than that.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Connor,” I barked.
Connor glanced up from his seat next to Declan. He also looked a bit worse for the wear. Given the fact that we hadn’t slept, it wasn’t surprising. “Yes?”
“See if Dec has any injuries from taking in all that emotion.”
Declan rolled his eyes, “I don’t have any physical injuries—”
Connor’s pink healing magic cut him off. It sunk into his skin and his eyes closed. His expression relaxed.
Hmmm…. My mind whirled. It seemed like it might be working. Could healing work for more than just injuries?
“Connor, see if you can heal his mind, his emotions…” I ordered.
Declan’s eyes flew open. “That’s not possible!”
I shrugged. “You were able to suck all the emotions out of Isla. Nearly killed her. We didn’t know Connor’s former power could do that. So, who’s to say Ryan’s old power can’t heal emotional wounds as well as physical ones?”
Connor moved his hands to turn Declan’s face toward him. He placed a palm on each of Declan’s cheeks and the pale skin of my scholar lit with a rosy, pink glow. After only a few seconds, Connor removed his hands.
“Is it not working?” I worried.
But Declan turned back to me, a gentle smile on his face.
“No, it worked, Peace,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
And then, Connor yanked him up off the bench and punched him in the gut.
Blue ran to pull my best friend off Declan, but I waved him back. “It’s a side effect of healing,” I said. “I’d thought he had a handle on it, since he hasn’t had an issue before now.” I lifted my hands and shot a jet of peace power at Connor, not stopping until he went limp. Quinn caught Connor before his face smashed into the table and laid him out on the floor.
Blue shook his head dolefully.At least with wish magic, I had a limited number of wishes. This magic seems to be an endless seesaw of up and down. Good and awful.
I shrugged.You get used to it.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He exhaled hard in frustration.No. I don’t know if I will. I’m gonna go stand by the other mute and write in the dirt or something.
He walked over to Quinn and pointed at his throat, rolling his eyes. Quinn gave him a half grin.
Then Blue pulled Quinn over to a dirty corner of the room—the soldiers had tracked plenty of mud in here—and started writing in the dirt. Quinn’s head bent to read what the other had written. Watching them bond, knowing Quinn finally had someone who knew what he went through, tugged at my heart strings. It made me want to walk over and kiss them both.
But I didn’t want to interrupt them. And I was still a man. So, I just poured myself a glass of water and took a drink.
I spilt water on myself when Ryan and Donaloo walked in. Because the first thing out of Donaloo’s mouth was, “Do you prefer being a man, Bloss?”
