chapter 48(2)

“I’m fine, and so is Kyan. At least I think he is, aside from a few issues.” He leans back, sighing heavily, but he doesn’t let go of my hand, holding it to his chest. “What do you mean?” I ask, concerned. “He just learned some home truths he should have faced years ago; he is alive though Mara,” he says when a shudder runs through him, and he groans. “Oh, for fuck sake, can I not catch a break tonight?” he growls when I see his eyes glaze over again, but I’m relieved that this time it’s the mind link. That much I can tell. When his eyes return to normal, he scrubs a hand down his face and stands. He glances at the sofa that is drenched in his blood. He frowns, staring at it, and I speak. “You were bleeding, or more like Kyan was doing something.” “Yeah,” he says, looking at his wrists. “You cleaned me?” “No, not exactly.” My face heats as I look anywhere but at him. “You healed me,” he smiles, his voice dropping an octave before reaching down and gripping my hands. He tugs me to my fe