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“No.” She shook her head. “I mean, yes, but it doesn’t feel dangerous to me. I’m sorry I reacted. But when I grasped her arm. I could feel—” she clamped a hand over her mouth.
“What?” I asked. “What did you feel?”
“The breaks. Her forearm isn’t … it isn’t … the pieces aren’t connected. I—I think I’m going to be sick.”
Draven had his pregnant mate in his arms and out the door in a blink. I doubted we’d be seeing Lyric for some time.
The air thickened with magic; it smelled similar to fae magic, but something about it was sharper. Darker. Canisters and medical instruments vibrated around the room. Phalen inched even closer to me when he should have been more concerned for Kree, who was neither Shadow demon nor battle-hardened.
I wondered if Brokk’s current state was simply too much for a father and considered asking Phalen to ghost him away from Embour. He could drop Brokk into the river to cool off. Only, it was shortly evident that it wasn’t The Navita who needed to chill.
“Get ahold of yourself, Kol,” Brokk ordered.
The boy’s eyes were glassy when he looked up at his father. His prepubescent frame quaked as pressured power leaked into the room.
“Kol!” Brokk snapped, kneeling at eye level and grabbing both of his small shoulders. “She is safe. We rescued her and she is safe. If you lose control you’ll kill us all.”
Phalen tensed just as fast as I did. Hugo angled his body towards the youngling, placing himself between Kol and his sister. A soft, warm breeze blew from Hugo’s aura, coating both Ulriks in a soothing balm. It was one of his most impressive gifts. He could literally cover the hysterical in a casing of calm. He’d done it to me once and I’d felt like I’d downed a vat of whiskey—warm, relaxed, and high as a fucking kite.
Kol’s stiff body let go of the physical manifestation of its overwhelming emotions, collapsing into his father’s arms. Blinking dreamily, he looked up at Brokk with a cheeky grin.
“Imma be a sailor just like you,” he slurred. “Only way better looking ... with a crew of females. Tall ones. Withboobies.”
Phalen snickered and Brokk rolled his eyes. “Great, Hugo, my son is drunk.”
“Better drunk on my magic than all of us dead,” Hugo rebutted.
“True,” Brokk sighed.
Kree placed a hand on The Navita’s shoulder. “He possesses great power, doesn’t he? Possibly more than you?”
“Yes. Both he and Raven are exponential products of their parentage. Especially Kol.”
I chanced a furtive glance at the supine figure under the sheet.Good. She’d need to be powerful to come back from whatever was done to her.
“Would you be comfortable with putting him in one of the beds out in the sick bay? Or, if you like, there are private rooms upstairs with their own bathrooms. I’m happy to sit with him,” Kree offered.
Hugo shook his head. “No, I need your healing power on hand.”
“I came here for Lyric’s gift. It’s hers I want,” Brokk demanded.
“I am sorry, but Lyric cannot help Raven in that way,” Kree softly apologized. “It would not be good for the baby. But we are sisters and have the same magic. I can help just as easily and I’ve been doing it for longer. I promise I’m just as strong, if not more so in terms of healing.”
Brokk, who showed no signs of the intoxicating effects of Hugo’s magic, stared at Kree, then at his daughter. “I’m not inclined to leave her.”
“We won’t leave her side.Iwon’t leave her side,” I vowed. “Kree will come get you once Raven is stable.”
Brokk considered me coolly. Finally, he took a deep breath and adjusted Kol’s weight. “Alright. I’ll be upstairs. Notify me the second Raven is out of danger, understood?”
It was only after Kree assured him she would that he walked out the doors.
“I can’t believe he actually left without a fight,” Kree said.
“If I hadn’t dosed them with my power,” Hugo told her, “he wouldn’t have. Brokk wasn’t acting it, but no way is he immune to the after effects of a healer’s spell. It not only calms, it opens you up to influence. Cooperative patients are easier to treat.”
The clanking of metal startled and I spun toward the sound. Phalen was standing on the opposite side of the bed fiddling with the cuff on Raven’s right wrist. The left one was already off and on the floor.
“How in the hell did you do that?” I asked.
