I rested my hand on Tyrrik’s chest, assuring myself he was alive. “Yes. It took everything I had to heal him.” Kamoi froze, and the other Phaetyn turned toward me with their mouths agape. After a beat of silence, Kamoi asked, “You healed the Drae of a Phaetyn wound?” When I nodded, he asked, “How?” I cleared my throat, tucking my silver hair behind my ear. I wasn’t admitting I’d kiss the Drae. “Oh, bit of this, bit of that.”
