Chapter 44
“Quazar?”
Forget washing him up. I needed to mend his wounds as best as I could, immediately.
My hearts squeezed as he wrestled against the agony coursing through his body. Instead of combing through the chamber for supplies, I waved my hands and summoned an emergency menders kit to his table.
In a temple dripping in marble and gold, his table was made of wood and stone. I pressed my lips into a thin line, my agitation with the temple only escalating.
Taking out what I needed, I summoned a chair and sat in it. I got to work on all the open wounds on his neck, then his torso. When I looked down, I tried not to stare between his legs, combing his thighs and calves for wounds. Beneath the insurmountable amount of inscriptions carved into his skin, he had wounds everywhere.
“What did those wretched monsters do to you?”I breathed, pulling out a fresh cloth to wipe away the blood, before applying ointment.“Accursed barbarians.”
“Considering what they did put me at your mercy and care? I’d say it was worth it.”
Still bent over, tending to his calves, I flicked my eyes up at him, wrinkling my nose.
“You have issues.”
“And yet, here you are,”he purred.
I rolled my eyes, my cheeks heating.
“Scoot. I need to see what they did to your back.”
Obeying, Quazar moved up without hesitation, bending over. I wanted to scream when I saw the endless lines criss-crossing his back. He’d been whipped, like I had been. But worse.
“Bleeding, rotting, Hèls-damned?—”
“Such colorful language for one so pious.”He chuckled.
I shoved my knee into his.
“Shut it.”
He laughed, still bent over. I tended to the wounds on his back as best as I could. He needed a real Mender. I moved to sit in the chair in front of him.
“Look, I’m no Raephim,”I startedfyusing.“But I’ll do what I can to help seal the majority of these. They’ll probably still hurt, but at least they won’t get infected.”
He nodded, his gaze lost in my starry figure.
“Why don’t you stayfyusedall the time?”he breathed, running his fingers over my galactic skin.
I shrugged, blushing.
“It draws a lot of attention.”I bit my lip.“Too much.”
I lifted my hands to his face.
“Hold still.”
Quazar listened, letting me inch closer as I rested my hands on him. I closed my eyes, seeking out the pool of starfire inside of myself. It was thrumming with the endless galactic power. I began drawing from it, pulling out wave after wave. I forced the starfire into my hands and into Quazar’s skin.
He instantly tilted his head back, hissing with pleasure. As I poured my starfire into him, I could visibly see the lavendertrails going throughout his body, knitting each open wound it found. Quazar’s body shuddered beneath my touch. His pulse raced. His skin turned molten. He fell back into the couch, pulling me with him. I stumbled into his lap, my hands still pressed into his skin.
“Burning stars,”he hissed down the bond.“This feelsincredible.”
He rolled his hips beneath me, taking me into the motion with him. I let out a small gasp, straddling him further, pouring out more starfire. He rolled his hips again. And again.
