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what happened in the training room. "He pushed me to the limit, and I just got so angry. I wanted to give up. But then I started thinking about everything I'd been through just to get here, and I raged on him. I don't even know what happened."
Jackson pulled back, then his face wrinkled with concern. He stared down at a spot on my side. "What did happen? Did he hurt you?"
I looked down. Blood coated the side of my shirt. "Oh I almost forgot about that," I said. "I've got so many scratches and bruises from the training lately, I barely even noticed."
"Did your father do that to you?"
He crouched down and lifted my shirt a little to get a better look at the wound.
"It's only a scratch," I said.
"Harper, your whole side is bruised and bloodied," he said, standing. "Why didn't you tell me how bad it had gotten?"
I lowered my shirt. "I didn't want you to worry about me," I said. "Or worse, tell me to stop training for a while. I need this."
"I know you do," he said. "But there's no reason for you to be in pain all the time."
He took my hand and pulled me through the archway, back into my bedroom.
"I want to get a better look," Jackson said. He motioned for me to lay back on the bed. "Take off your shirt."
A hot blush flared on my cheeks.
He laughed. "I just want to see where you're hurt."
Slowly, I pulled my shirt off and laid down on the bed. Jackson crawled on beside me. He ran a hand along my bare skin, so soft it made me shiver. I closed my eyes, my heart racing at his touch.
With gentle movements, his fingers traced the outline of every single bruise and scratch across my torso, my arms, my shoulders. I shivered as his touch sent a shocking chill through each wound, one by one. When he reached the spot on my hip where I'd fallen earlier in training, he leaned over, his breath icy against my flesh. I sucked in a shaking breath as his lips brushed against my skin.
I felt an intense flash of cold, then relief as the throbbing pain melted away.
"Better?" He moved beside me on the bed.
"Much," I said. I glanced down at my body and gasped to find every mark had faded to almost nothing. The wound from my father's spear had stopped bleeding and was now only a tiny scratch. I pulled my shirt back on and sighed. "I wish healing was one of my gifts."
"You heal in other ways." Jackson took my hand in his and brought it to his heart. "Before I met you, I was completely broken."
I blushed again, hyper-aware of how close we were. I took his hand in mine, our fingers entwined.
"What's going to happen to us?" I asked.
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged and studied our hands. "I mean despite what my father wants, we can't stay here forever," I said. "Haven't we stayed long enough? What about Aerden? If we don't do something, sooner or later the Order will come after me again and we might lose our chance at setting him free."
"They can't get to you in here," he said. "Your father's council put a new protection spell on the dome. Even if they could crack it again, we would still be able to fight back before they could get to you."
I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. "Don't underestimate the Order of Shadows," I said. "You know that better than anyone."
Jackson sighed. "You're right, but it's safer here than anywhere else right now," he said. "And Aerden's not going anywhere."
"I know, but aren't you anxious to find out if the reversal spell even works?"
"The only problem is that finding out whether it works or not means going back to Peachville," he said. "And we can't do that. It's too dangerous."
I sighed and flopped back on the bed. I stared up at the gemstones on the ceiling. I let them hypnotize me as I tried to think of a new approach to this subject.
Jackson and I had been having this same conversation for weeks. And it always came down to this. We had to go back if we wanted to reverse the ritual. But we couldn't go back because it was too dangerous.
"We just keep going in circles," Jackson said,
Jackson pulled back, then his face wrinkled with concern. He stared down at a spot on my side. "What did happen? Did he hurt you?"
I looked down. Blood coated the side of my shirt. "Oh I almost forgot about that," I said. "I've got so many scratches and bruises from the training lately, I barely even noticed."
"Did your father do that to you?"
He crouched down and lifted my shirt a little to get a better look at the wound.
"It's only a scratch," I said.
"Harper, your whole side is bruised and bloodied," he said, standing. "Why didn't you tell me how bad it had gotten?"
I lowered my shirt. "I didn't want you to worry about me," I said. "Or worse, tell me to stop training for a while. I need this."
"I know you do," he said. "But there's no reason for you to be in pain all the time."
He took my hand and pulled me through the archway, back into my bedroom.
"I want to get a better look," Jackson said. He motioned for me to lay back on the bed. "Take off your shirt."
A hot blush flared on my cheeks.
He laughed. "I just want to see where you're hurt."
Slowly, I pulled my shirt off and laid down on the bed. Jackson crawled on beside me. He ran a hand along my bare skin, so soft it made me shiver. I closed my eyes, my heart racing at his touch.
With gentle movements, his fingers traced the outline of every single bruise and scratch across my torso, my arms, my shoulders. I shivered as his touch sent a shocking chill through each wound, one by one. When he reached the spot on my hip where I'd fallen earlier in training, he leaned over, his breath icy against my flesh. I sucked in a shaking breath as his lips brushed against my skin.
I felt an intense flash of cold, then relief as the throbbing pain melted away.
"Better?" He moved beside me on the bed.
"Much," I said. I glanced down at my body and gasped to find every mark had faded to almost nothing. The wound from my father's spear had stopped bleeding and was now only a tiny scratch. I pulled my shirt back on and sighed. "I wish healing was one of my gifts."
"You heal in other ways." Jackson took my hand in his and brought it to his heart. "Before I met you, I was completely broken."
I blushed again, hyper-aware of how close we were. I took his hand in mine, our fingers entwined.
"What's going to happen to us?" I asked.
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged and studied our hands. "I mean despite what my father wants, we can't stay here forever," I said. "Haven't we stayed long enough? What about Aerden? If we don't do something, sooner or later the Order will come after me again and we might lose our chance at setting him free."
"They can't get to you in here," he said. "Your father's council put a new protection spell on the dome. Even if they could crack it again, we would still be able to fight back before they could get to you."
I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. "Don't underestimate the Order of Shadows," I said. "You know that better than anyone."
Jackson sighed. "You're right, but it's safer here than anywhere else right now," he said. "And Aerden's not going anywhere."
"I know, but aren't you anxious to find out if the reversal spell even works?"
"The only problem is that finding out whether it works or not means going back to Peachville," he said. "And we can't do that. It's too dangerous."
I sighed and flopped back on the bed. I stared up at the gemstones on the ceiling. I let them hypnotize me as I tried to think of a new approach to this subject.
Jackson and I had been having this same conversation for weeks. And it always came down to this. We had to go back if we wanted to reverse the ritual. But we couldn't go back because it was too dangerous.
"We just keep going in circles," Jackson said,
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