Page 47 of Full Moon
Easton lowers his gaze and shakes his head, a deep sadness etched into his features. "There's no magic in his blood. Mythics like myself and Diaval have a certain magic in our blood that our species have been hunted for. Me, for my tears, and Diaval for his..." Easton stops, his eyes locking with Diaval's.
Diaval turns away, his shoulders tense. Through our bond, I hear his voice, soft and pained.My blood. It can heal any illness and slow aging.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Khal interjects, frustration evident in his tone. I can sense his unease, knowing his scales hold no such value.
"We can try placing your scale if you want, Khal. I know it may not gift me anything," I say hesitantly. "But if it makes you feel better, I'll wear it."
"We don't even know if it will live on you or make you sick," Diaval cautions from across the room, his glowing eyes piercing through the shadows.
"Then it's a good thing we have a doctor with us, isn't it?" Khal retorts. He turns to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear.
I step closer to him, extending my hand, palm up. "May I have a scale, Khal?"
His eyes widen, and he hesitates, his hand trembling as he shifts his chest. Slowly, he lifts his shirt, revealing the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, his lightly scaled skin mesmerizing. "Precious, your wolf is showing," Khal teases, snapping me out of my reverie.
I laugh, a blush creeping over my cheeks. "Yeah, I know. Busted... What can I say? You're beautiful."
He beams at me, his pride clear. "Take whichever you would like." He completely bypasses the compliment. I know they make him uncomfortable.
With a single finger shifting into a claw, I carefully choose a scale, slicing above it and pulling it free. Without thinking, I lean in and lick the wound, sealing it. To my surprise, the skin is unblemished when I pull away. I stare, puzzled, then notice Easton's feather slowly stop burning.
"Oh boy. I did it again, didn't I?" I murmur, looking back at Easton. He nods, a knowing smile on his face. Apparently, he's not the only healer in the family now.
"Did what again?" Torben asks, stepping closer.
"Apparently, by gifting her my feather, she's able to self-heal faster than usual, and now it extends to others." Easton's eyes dart to Diaval. Diaval gives me a terse nod, acknowledging my suspicions. His scale, according to what he said earlier, is gifting me a stronger healing ability. I look down at my chest on the opposite side of Diaval's scale and drive my claw into my flesh. Pain shoots through me, but I quickly place the meaty side of Khal's scale into my skin. It knits around it rapidly, the magic doing its work.
"See, no harm done," I say, forcing a smile and shaking my head as a wave of lightheadedness hits me.
"Feray, are you okay?" Torben grabs me by the arms, trying to steady me.
The mixed voices around me sound like they are underwater, muffled and distant.
The last thing I see is Easton's eyes burning bright with worry before everything goes black.
