Kendrick felt his awareness freeze within his own mind. He couldn't see or hear anything. He struggled to bring his magic to the surface but couldn't. Every time he thought it was within reach, his mind clouded and it slipped away.
Kendrick smiled ruefully. "Right, my explanation. Anyway. One of the types of magic I've studied is body magic. I could see the changes in your body. It's also how I knew that Keelan was an empty shell."Rheia frowned. "If you have studied body magic, that must mean others have as well."
Kendrick nodded. "Some. It's not very popular since most paranormals heal quickly and rarely get ill.""It's so frustrating. You can heal so much, and human doctors have to guess and try to figure things out by process of elimination." Rheia clenched her fists.Kendrick walked over, took her hands, and gently bounced them until she relaxed. "There is another reason why body magic is so rarely studied. The body is constantly changing; every second, new cells are created and others die. Trying to treat something as simple as a virus can be life threatening to the caster. In that respect, your human science is the better method. In helping Keelan, my magic is keeping him exactly as he is, so the spell wasn't as taxing."
Rheia managed a smile and squeezed his hands. "You're not nearly as gruff as you pretend to be, are you?"He dropped her hands and cleared his throat. "I don't know what you mean."
Rheia snorted. "Come on, Anne, the sooner you leave, the quicker you can get back. I know that Aiden wants everyone back before nightfall," Rheia said.
Anne looked at him. "I'll be back before he needs his IV bags changed."He kissed her cheek. He’d noticed. But he’d also noticed that, despite her fear, she was still here. Sitting next to him.
And then I was scared that you wouldn’t still feel the same way. That I’d been right the first time, that it was all because of emotion and adrenaline and you’d realized you were better off without me.You weren’t right the first time, he said. Even though I tried to convince myself you were.
Thank God for that sour cream, he said. I can’t believe I’m going to have to be in debt to sour cream for the rest of my life. We can’t tell anyone that part of the story, it isn’t romantic at all. It couldn’t have been something sexier?Like what? Eggplant? Hot dogs? Bananas?