Chapter 62

“We will need Urien.” Naerin turned his wrist over and held it out to Siana. “When I was seven, I got this wrist caught on some coral and tore it severely. I nearly bled out and to this day had quite a nasty, ropey scar.” The flesh of his wrist was smooth and unmarked. “Siana, you healed a years old injury without trying. You will be a truly strong healer, but right now you are in enormous danger.”

“What, why?” Siana’s timer went off, phone buzzing in her back pocket. “Hold that thought, I have to go and get the bread bowls out of the oven.” She went back into the kitchen, mind a morass of spinning questions. Naerin would answer them, he’d help her understand what was going on. He was kind like that, he was patient and sweet and if she ever wanted to put her heart back out there, she almost thought she could trust him with it.