Warmth spread through Nova, slow and steady, like heat seeping into cold stone. Her ribs loosened. The ache in her leg eased. Even the pounding in her ears softened to a distant hum. She drifted with it, unresisting, letting the warmth draw her inward."Her rib has already started healing," a voice said above her, familiar enough that her chest loosened a little. Aeron. She would have known that tone anywhere. Clipped, authoritative, threaded with the patience of someone used to commanding stubborn wolves."Already? It's been less than an hour."The second voice was deeper, masculine, and tense."She heals fast," Aeron said, a dark laugh catching in his throat. "It took her, what, two days the last time? When she was stabbed and drained of her magic.""Yes. Only a fated mate could have done that," a third voice replied, steady and clinical in the way only Elias ever managed. "And with her being... well, her... nothing about her is normal. I think i
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