Evaline:
The air around us grew warmer, humming faintly. My fingers tingled, and I could almost see faint threads of light weaving between us - barely visible, but real enough to make my breath hitch. The glow was gentle, golden, pulsing softly in rhythm with my heartbeat.
Kieran didn't move. His gaze was fixed on me...not in surprise, but in quiet awe.
The wound began to close, slowly at first, then faster. The blood vanished, and the skin started knitting together as though time itself had reversed. Within moments, the cut was gone... no scar, no trace.
When it was done, I exhaled shakily and pulled back, staring at his unmarked palm. My chest felt heavy, my heart racing too fast.
He looked down at his healed hand, flexed it once, then met my gaze. The gold in his eyes was shining brightly... brighter than I had ever seen before. His golden-green orbs were filled with something that made my throat tighten.
"You did it," he said softly. "On your first try."
