The Beast And The Blessed
Instead, I was fuming, my hands in fists at my sides with a healer rubbing her palms over my body, trying to find something…anything to keep the beast by my head from killing her.
"I can't pull back my magic when I'm not doing anything!" I snapped, my head lifting off the bed to stare at the wide-eyed, young healer. The others were more experienced, but something about Flora told me she was the one to trust. She was strong and had healed me after I was stabbed, she had healed Natalie and Killian several times, and we had all been very impressed with her until now.
Flora looked terrified, like it wasn't Tobias she had to worry about anymore. It was me. I felt feral. Livid.