Jewel believed her words. She believed them because, bond or not, she felt in her soul that Dalton was meant for her. Jewel was sure that she could spend a lifetime attempting to find someone else, but they would all fall short. None of them would be Dalton. But she couldn’t let Peri know that. No one could know how she really felt, not if she wanted to keep him safe.
Peri looked intently at the young healer. She had been through more abuse in the few months that Peri had known her than any person should ever have to endure. She wore the evidence of the torture in the scars that Lorelle had inflicted upon her. Now the new bruises given to her by Volcan also bore witness. Jewel was still beautiful, but it wasn’t just her outer beauty that people saw. Peri could see the goodness in her eye
