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“You needed something to heal, besides it’s not that big a deal.” He shrugs, not caring that the movement only serves to spill more of his blood.
“Not that big a deal?” I ask in disbelief, my voice taking on a high-pitched note. “You could bleed out.”
I realize how dramatic the words are as soon as they leave my mouth. But I don’t care. My gaze moves to the gash again, and I assess it, not caring that he didn’t cut himself deeply. It’s the principle. My eyebrow quirks up, and I give him a challenging look as I glance back up at him.
“I won’t if you heal me,” he says calmly, extending his arm back out towards me. He matches my expression, a small smug smirk crossing his lips.
I huff out an exasperated sigh and gently wrap my hands around his injured arm before leading him over to the sofa.
I gently guide him down, and I don’t miss the amused look he gives me. The look quickly leaves his face as I part his knees and lower myself between them. I keep my hand cradling his arm while the other slides up his leg for support. I feel his corded muscles tense under my touch, and I look up into his heated gaze.
My fingers tighten around his forearm and cause his face to scrunch up in a wince, serving as a reminder that he’s still injured. There’ll be plenty of time to explore this position we find ourselves in after we get his arm healed. I expel a deep breath and close my eyes, pushing away the lingering fear of using my powers. My eyelids flutter open, and I focus back on him. A small nod is the only sign I give that I’m ready, fearing if I open my mouth, the words may cause my stroke of confidence and trust to waver. I tamp down the fear gripping my chest, allowing positive thoughts to filter through my mind. Kyros knows what he’s doing, he’s here to guide me in shaping my powers into healing energy.
“You’ll want to start by placing your hand just over the wound,” he instructs, somehow sensing my eagerness to begin before I lose my nerve.
“Close your eyes.” His voice is soft and melodic, lulling me into a state of calm. My lids shut almost on their own accord, and I pull in a deep breath, letting go of the fear and anxiety that were gripping me.
“Find the pool of power lying in wait inside your chest.” He pauses, seemingly waiting for a confirmation. I find the surface of the deep sea of power within me and hesitate. My consciousness skims over the top, not daring to delve into it too quickly. I nod, letting him know I’ve found it. My eyes stay firmly shut so I don’t lose my concentration.
“With that power, sweep your awareness over me with the intention of searching for any injuries.” I cock my brow up in question, and I hear his answering chuckle.
“Yes, you already know where the injury is, but I need to teach you how to do it in case you have to heal someone with internal injuries.”
I take a deep breath, centering myself before focusing on the energy. My mind touches the surface, as though dipping a toe into the vast unknown. A rush of power sweeps over me at the small contact, and I direct my focus to the probing, Kyros explained, not wanting the energy to manifest in any other way.
I sweep my awareness over him, starting at his head, and the warm glow of energy he normally exudes washes over me. Searching further, a dull pulse pulls my attention. I investigate, finding my power drawn to the ache.
“I think I’ve found it,” I say, anxiously chewing the corner of my lip.
“Perfect, now as you keep your focus locked there, envision what you intend to do,” he directs, a note of pride clear in his tone. A small smile tips my lips up before I realize what exactly he said.
“What am I meant to envision?” My brows draw together as I mull over his words. Fear creeps back into my stomach, not wanting my power to manifest in any other way.
“I’ve studied the power of the leaders extensively, and—while I may be able to let my power flow freely, knowing it will react in the way it’s meant to—you cannot. You need to focus your energy on how you intend to use it, and shape it into what you’d like it to be.”
My lips draw down into a frown at his explanation, and the immensity of my energy becomes overwhelming. I open my mouth to voice my fears, but Kyros interjects, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it isn’t something you can do by accident. It takes great intention to mold your power.”
I nod in acceptance, my mind going to the battle. Although I hadn’t focused on fire exactly during the battle with Titus, fiery anger was apparent in its mission and manifested in the way I needed it to.
“You’ll want to focus your intentions on healing and feel the energy flow from you into me through that mental connection you have to the injury.”
I focus on my connection to the energy and bring up the memories of Kyros healing me. His warm, comforting glow sunk into me, reducing the swells and healing me internally. I emulate that, shaping my power into that warm haze. It sinks into his skin, and I direct it to stitch together the tissue and skin, staunch the bleeding, and reduce the swelling. His breath of relief floods my senses, allowing me to relax.
The dull ache slowly subsides, and I move my attention over the rest of his body, searching for any other ailments.
“Excellent work Liv,” Kyros says, his voice low and soothing. “Now drift the power back to your center and release it.”
Doing as he says, I edge my awareness away from him, letting the energy settle back into my chest. I take my time, pulling my consciousness back and releasing the power.
The energy sinks back into the depth of the sea, and I sigh a breath of relief, grateful to have the pressure removed. The energy calls to me, beckons me to dip more than a toe in, but I’m not ready for that. Despite how natural it feels to handle, fear curls in my chest at what might happen if I let my concentration slip.
“You did amazing, Liv.” Kyros’ voice brings me out of my thoughts. I blink open my eyes and squint at the onslaught of light temporarily blinding me.
My eyelids flutter open and shut until the small office comes back into view around me. Kyros’ arms wrap around my waist and tugs me up to perch on his lap. I eye him suspiciously, but I say nothing as I take comfort in his nearness.
“Now you know what to do if you’re ever injured.” He reaches out and gently turns my chin to meet his honey-brown gaze. His words settle in, and I don’t let him distract me, however tempting that may sound.
“If I’m ever injured?” I echo back incredulously, my lips twisting into a scowl.
