“A little,” she said. I needed to send out more heat. But how much was too much? The baby I had tried to warm, Clay’s brother, came into my head. Maybe it had been my fault that he died. Arcus had said I was wild, uncontrolled. Could I trust myself to do this? Kaitryn let out another cough. I didn’t let myself think. I sent out a pulse of heat, then concentrated on keeping it steady and unwavering. This was a much softer process than making fire, just raising my own temperature. I could do this. After a minute, Kaitryn’s cold little hand covered mine, then quickly pulled away. “Your hand is so
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