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I was sure he expected me to continue to spin, but I stopped abruptly as he finished making the next wall of blades. Only this time, he froze as he noticed the floating droplets of red that remained in their levitating spots.
The red beads of my very blood.
He cursed while I began to smile, his swords shooting out at double the speed, but it was already too late as my plan was already in motion - the beads of blood beginning to take shape until they were blades and shooting outward towards Saint.
I didn't avoid his wave of blades, my concentration solely on hitting my mark. He noticed and at the very last second, hissed and lifted his hand up like he was trying to catch a baseball. The movement forced the blades that were a second from piercing me to rise up.
My smile was priceless as I let my facade come to life - and just like that, I was behind Saint with a gun pressed to his head while the blades of blood stopped centimeters from every part of his body.
"STOP!" Dimitris called it, but our attention was on my doppelganger as it began to melt away into a pool of blood.
"How the flying fuck?" Saint breathed, and I let the bloody blades fall before reaching out to lift the blindfold off to give me back my vision.
It always took me a second to adjust from the shift of seeing the world in black with glowing everything to the real world where the thrumming energy of your environment was well guarded.
"You haven't even had a solid date with me and you have more compassion than ever," I breathed as I finally let my adrenaline levels drop. My knees buckled while my gun faded away, leaving Saint no choice but to spin and catch me.
Clearly, he was just as tired because he fell right back onto his ass.
"Fucking hell, I need a minute," he groaned. "Can someone explain what happened?"
"She pulled a Neo," Viktor announced, and he was at our sides along with everyone else. "Willow, you alive over there?"
"Totally," I replied though the world was spinning. "Just gonna quietly die."
"So dramatic." Onyx sighed.
"Fuck you," I huffed back at him. "Hey, Saint. Where are your constant healing powers? I could use some of that shit."
Saint groaned in response, leaving Jayce to shake his head. "You love to talk shit until you’re struggling to heal yourself."
"So...should Sugar heal herself or…” Onyx suggested.
"That's him asking if we gotta get Willow's ass to the healing doctor," Neo translated.
"I'm fine. Just need a minute," I assured them. I really could heal myself if I gathered enough magic to do so, but I couldn't deny how this almost dead position in Saint's arms was extremely comfortable.
"Why does she look so comfortable?" Jayce questioned.
"That's because she is," Dimitris concluded. "Saint."
"Ya, ya. I'm sucking up my broken pride," he announced and I felt his hands move after he further lowered me into his lap. "Close your eyes, Wilting Flower."
"Blooming Flower," I corrected with a mutter, but I followed his instruction as I let my eyes close. Warmth rushed through me in seconds, my body rejuvenating far faster than I could get my body to heal. Within ten seconds, I felt even better than before and was sitting up and opening my eyes while Saint pulled back his healing hands.
"Damn. I'm impressed. I should let you heal me rather than deal with snail-pace human healing."
"I think you forgot you're a wolf now, Willow," Saint reminded.
"Right," I replied. "So I won."
We looked at Dimitris as he nodded his head. "That round goes to Willow."
"Want to explain what the hell you did?" Saint inquired as he patted my back. "Your magic is dangerous."
"You think so?" I pondered. "I don't think it's all that."
Viktor reached down to help me up, while Jayce gave Saint a hand. We were standing and looking at Dimitris when he decided to explain what I’d done.
