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“Our connection can’t be wrong,” Phantom says.
Onyx signs something with a frown.
Dusk glares back at him. “Even if it isn’t convenient, it’s not wrong.”
I shake my head. “How is it that you guys aren’t getting this?” I feel tears prick my eyes. “My mate died not so long ago. I still miss him each and every day. You guys aren’t my mates.”
“Be reasonable,” Phantom says.
My spine stiffens, and I know I either need to get angry or cry. “You be reasonable. Because you might see me as your mate and some weird piece to some weird puzzle, but you’re just the guys who kidnapped me to me!”
I walk out of the cave into the tunnel and make my way along to the main cave. At first, I’m just storming along, but my anger seems to fade with each step I take until I’m pretty sure I’m just going to start crying.
Was I mean to them? I can’t imagine feeling like someone was my mate and them saying those things to me. But at the same time, I’m right. I don’t feel the connection like I did with Rayne. Yes, I feel something, something I’ve never felt with any other men, but that doesn’t make us mates.
I’m suddenly striding past a familiar cave. I pause in my steps and look inside. The unconscious guy is still there, like some kind of strange Sleeping Beauty.Is he in a coma? Is it something else?I don’t know, but I feel compelled to go closer to him. And I can’t help but be curious about these hands of mine.Can they help whatever’s wrong with him?
Looking in both directions in the tunnel, I see no one. Biting my lip, I get the sinking sensation that this is a bad idea, but I enter the room anyway and cross the space to stand beside him.
When I crouch next to him, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even shift. But the slow rise and fall of his chest isn’t normal either, human or not. It’s jerky and uneven. Like someone fighting for breath.
That’s not good.
Reaching out, I push back the hair from his forehead and stare down at his handsome face. He really does remind me of Rayne in a way I don’t quite understand. Rayne rarely ever slept. He was so focused on solving the problems of our world and uncovering the secrets of our kind.
But even though I don’t understand why they feel similar to me, I have a yearning to try to save him. If only for the fact that he’s a young man who seems to be slowly dying.
I try to summon the power to my hands, to focus on the energy inside of me. At first, I just stare at my hands. Then, I glare at them. When nothing happens, I try to remember how I was feeling when I healed Onyx. I wasn’t really thinking about my hands, I was thinking about my desire to save him.
My hands suddenly glow. They’re brighter in this cave, somehow. They’re a bluish light stronger than the moon. And as I picture the moon, their glow seems to brighten, and I feel a strange tingle move through my body. It makes a strange warmth spread over me like lying in the sun.What did the healers call this? Life force?
Yes, that’s what they called it. Life force. A power you take from deep inside yourself and push into another person. Even though I don’t understand why this ability would awaken within me so late in life, I don’t care. I’m strangely glad it’s here. And, right now, all I want is to push this energy into this man and see if it can help him.
So, I touch him, lightly pressing my hands on his head.
To my shock, he moans as if in pain.
I’m trembling.What if what I’m doing is wrong? What if I hurt him worse than he already is?In some strange way it feels like I’m both trying to save Rayne, and may watch him die all over again.
It’s scary, but for some reason, I don’t stop.
After a second, I move my hands down to his shoulders, over his heart, down to his ribcage. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, but it feels right. Like falling asleep or waking up. Something that’s so normal that I don’t even have to think to do it.
A breath fills his lungs, a bigger breath than before, and then his breathing evens out.
I leave my hands there for a long minute, but the glow from them fades away. Whatever this new magic had done, it was finished. And based on his breathing, it must have helped something.
But what? And will it be enough?
“Something is better than nothing.” I whisper to myself.
But this absolutely doesn’t mean I’ve developed any kind of interest in saving the world. I just couldn’t watch this one man die without trying to help.
I have no desire whatsoever.
ELEVEN
Onyx
