Chapter 8

Keith Lucas sat straighter, eyes gleaming. "What the hell, Keith. That's not just instinct. That's technique. Real technology." "Explain." My tone was clipped, a command. He jabbed at the screen, voice trembling with excitement. "This isn't some sensual massage. She's triggering the original flow node—a node most healers don't even believe exists. Look—sternal compression, activation of the fourth and seventh nodes… She reversed the flow of your blood." Lucas's breath quickened. "It's a lost form of lunar nerve compression. My grandfather only kept fragments of it hidden in the Moonstone medical archives. And she—" He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a reverent whisper. "She's mastered it. How? Who exactly is she?" His finger stilled over the image of Lorelei's hands. The silence thickened. I didn't answer. Before I could, Beta Zion strode in, documents pressed tight to his chest. "Alpha Keith," he said, bowing slightly. "The information you requested." I scanned the files quickly.