#Chapter 359 – Necessary Rest

Ella I heal for hours that afternoon, long into the night. I stop and take breaks of course – for dinner, to feed and spend a little time with Rafe, to consult with Cora about our next steps – but then I’m back to it. Talking to the men to see what hurts worst, accessing the gift, holding out my hands to fix them. It’s incredible how much I get done, how much healing I perform as the day passes. By the time Sinclair puts his hands on my shoulders, proud but stern, I feel as if half of the room of terribly wounded men has been healed completely and the others are well on their way. “Enough, trouble,” Sinclair murmurs to me and I gasp and twist to look up at him. “What?” I ask, confused. “But there’s so much more –“ “Enough,” he says, shaking his head at me. “It’s ten o’clock –“ “What?” I gasp, truly surprised. I had no idea that the time had passed so quickly. I honestly thought it was earlier – “Please,” he says softly, low enough so that on