“I’ve never actually done this before—” Her other hand hovers above my heart, fingers twitching. “I’m not sure that—” She closes her eyes and sways. “Got it!” She clenches her fist and yanks her arm back, flinging it behind her. Somewhere in the woods behind us, there’s a crack, like a thick log is split by an axe. And it’s gone. The pain is gone. All of it. The heat. The pain from shifting. The scrapes from the thorns. Haisley’s bites and scratches. The only thing left is the dull and familiar throb of my bad leg. “Oh, wow.” I blink. Abertha grins wide enough to reveal the gold tooth in the
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