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Chapter 92

Alcina watches wordlessly as the Gifted medic heals Brendan’s palm.

She stares intently at the white glow emanating from the woman’s hand, as she hovers it over Brendan’s burned palm. Slowly, the reddish hue of the burn recedes, until Brendan’s palm has returned to its normal state.

Alcina wishes she could have been born with a Gift like hers, something that would allow her to chase away the bruises and ailments and scars on Brendan’s skin; not something that would hurt him.

Human nature, she realizes, is greedy beyond all belief. How many years had she yearned for a Gift, any Gift, she remembers wishing desperately in these very halls? And now that she has been graced with one, she yearns for something more, still.

With a respectful bow, the healer excuses herself, leaving just the two of them in the otherwise empty room.

Alcina doesn’t move from her perch, sitting ramrod straight in her chair.

Stares at Brendan’s hand, every fiber of her being longing to reach out for it so that
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