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that I’ve rested, I can heal the rest of your wounds.” Her soft voice was loud in the thick silence of the cave.
    She thought he was going to say something, but then he nodded just once before hobbling back to the bedroll.
    His scent lingered on her skin, her lips tingled from his kiss, but she couldn’t lose herself in him like that again. Nothing had changed. She still had her mission, and she couldn’t let anything stop her from accomplishing what she’d set out to do. Not even him.
    Kneeling directly on the cold, hard stone, she ignored his spicy scent and the discomfort of the hard surface under her knees, centering herself and cleansing her energy. The charged power in the cave gathered and molded under her command. As much as she hated to admit it, the sexual tension in the air would benefit his healing. The soft pulsing ball of lavender energy sought his pain, sought to heal the hairline fractures in his spine. She took her time, soothing the sensitive nerves surrounding his spine, guiding the warmth and light, visualising it in her mind’s eye so that it reached the exact areas needing care and attention.
    Had he so much as twitched or made a sound of discomfort, she would have stopped immediately, but he didn’t budge. He wasn’t sleeping, the tension in his body and his clenched teeth said as much, but he did not say a word.
    That was fine with her. If he wanted to pretend nothing happened and ignore the situation altogether, then so be it. Who was he to kiss her like that, anyway? Heat crept up her neck and cheeks. Okay, he had initiated the kiss, but she had participated—wholeheartedly. If she had to be annoyed with anyone, it should be herself, but he was such a great target for her anger.
    Shoving her irritation aside, she refocused her energy. “I’m going to work on your leg now.”
    “Thank you. I’m glad for your assistance.” Nothing betrayed his cool demeanor except for the ticking of his jaw.
    It was just as well that he be angry with her. By the end of the day tomorrow, he would be healed and well enough for travel. The Avalorian border was less than a day away, and they would part ways again as soon as he reached it. Getting more involved with him would only complicate the painful mess, and she had enough to deal with without adding to the long list.
    Swollen tissue surrounding the broken bone made it more difficult for her to feel the break. Walking on it had done some damage, which could only mean that the clean break of yesterday had displaced itself at least a little. She had to be careful. One slip and she could do more damage than good. Think, Brie. What do you need here ? How did that little tune go? Blue breeze cools, red heat of fire, healing warmth in purple’s deep desire.
    Manipulating the energy, she pulled more blue light into the vibrations in her palms. It would soothe the inflammation and allow her to work on the fracture.
    “Are you humming the rainbow song?”
    Her cheeks flamed, and her eyes popped open, ruining her concentration. Had she hummed it aloud?
    “So what if I am?” She huffed out an exasperated breath. “If you want me to heal this leg of yours, you’re going to have to be quiet.” Her gaze met his, and she had the distinct impression he was struggling not to grin.
    “Yes, of course.” Mischief shone in his eyes. “I would have been happy to give you the information you needed had you asked.”
    He was deliberately pushing her buttons, but she refused to allow him to get under her skin. Huffing dramatically, she stood and looked down her nose at his grinning face. “If that’s how you want to be, you can heal your own leg.” Turning on her heels, she marched to the pile of supplies and grabbed the soap and shampoo she had spotted before.
    His energy was stronger than it had been, and though it would take a lot out of him to heal the bone, he undoubtedly could. Besides, she would help him when she got back, but he didn’t have to know that.