“Have you kissed them all?” “I did not kiss all the Favored candidates, but I’ve kissed the seven remaining women, at least once each.” Something twitches inside me—a knot of corruption uncoiling, sending out viperous threads. When I look down at my hands, my fingertips are darkening, and thin black lines are slithering out of them. Panicked, I tighten my grip on my magic, hauling it back in, crushing it down. This is the second time recently that the darker side of my healing powers has surfaced. Not a good sign.
Uhoh
