“No.” I threw up an arm to defend myself, willing any magic into existence as panic surged. Vines snapped around his throat, closing tight, but he didn't stop coming, reaching out to touch the bruise on my face. I jerked away but I was too late to stop his thumb skating across it. Warmth spread through my skin, and I inhaled sharply as I realised what he'd done. Confusion rattled through me. He'd healed it.
