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Nicholas spread his hands out over Tamara’s thigh, letting his mind clear. He accessed the deep well of magic within him that dwelt inside the most secret part of his heart. It was an infinitesimal spark of untapped power until he called it forward. And when he did, it exploded through him, a torrent of flame and silky strength. Beautiful and frightening, but entirely at his command.
Magic flooded his fingertips, and little yellow sparks shot off his skin like fireflies. The wounds on Tamara’s thigh slowly knitted together, leaving only four long, ghostly scars. Nicholas watched for signs of Tamara waking up, but she was in a deep sleep. Healing required enormous amounts of energy from him to perform—and from Tamara’s body to accommodate the magic.
When it was over, he leaned back aga
