Page 271 of Alchemised
He cradled it in both of his and ran his thumbs across her palm and up to her wrist, his resonance like a balm, repairing the damaged tissue and the broken blood vessels with the sweep of his thumbs, then working along each finger. He was so gentle.
She recognised the technique. She hadn’t realised he’d paid attention.
“You could be a healer,” she finally said as he removed the block on her nerves. She flexed her hand, opening and closing. It was still sore, and fragile as though hairline-fractured. “You have a natural talent for it.”
“That’s one of the most ironic things anyone has ever said to me,” he said quietly.
He turned his attention to her other hand.
“You can numb it all the way,” she said. “I can use my resonance now.”
Working together, it was surprising how quick the process was. When he finished, he massaged her hand again, in the same way he had with the first.
“Don’t ever go on another mission,” he said without looking up, her hand trapped in his.
She looked away, drawing a deep breath.
“That’s not your call,” she said, slipping her hand free and standing. The room swam. She was dangerously lightheaded. She didn’t have a saline drip or the plasma expanders that would be on hand in the hospital. Tonic or not, she didn’t physically have the resources needed to regenerate all the blood she’d lost.
She pulled her satchel gingerly over her head, trying to be gentle with her hands as she prepared to leave. They’d never said goodbye before, and she didn’t see any point in starting now.
He blocked the door, his eyes gone cold. “Remind Crowther that if the Eternal Flame wants my continued assistance, they will keep you alive.”
His eyes had that cold silver gleam in them as he stared at her. Her heart wavered for a moment and then turned to lead. He’d been quite clear about what she was, how he regarded her, and how much he hated her for having any hold on him.
This concern, this obsession with her preservation, wasn’t about her at all. It was about his mother, Enid Ferron, and his failure to save her. To him, Helena was an opportunity to try to get it right. A consolation prize he didn’t even want but couldn’t bring himself to give up on.
No wonder Crowther had been so pleased. Well done, Marino.
She knew she was supposed to accept that, but she couldn’t bear it anymore. “You’re doing this for your mother, Kaine. Would you really give that up because of me?”
She knew that would anger him: to outright insinuate that what he felt towards her was in any way comparable to his feelings for his mother. He would make a point of proving her wrong.
He went very still.
She stepped around him, reaching for the door, but he caught her shoulders, turning her back, the expression on his face stark.
“She’s dead,” he said. “You are not. My loyalty was to those least responsible for her suffering, but if the Eternal Flame has decided that you are an affordable casualty, I will not be noble or understanding. I can exact dual revenge. I will make them pay if they get you killed.”
She stared at him, startled. She hadn’t accounted for this. She knew Kaine wasn’t a spy because of any ideological reasoning; it was purely a sense of personal interest. He hated the Holdfasts and the Eternal Flame but he hated Morrough and the Undying more. That fact was immutable. The source of all his motivation.
But now, because of a careless comment from her, he was re-evaluating whether the Eternal Flame served his interests.
She swallowed hard. She should be cold. She should remind him that she would always put the Eternal Flame’s interests first. If he expected more than that, he would have to wait. And earn it.
She looked up at him, willing the words to form, but they stayed trapped in her throat. She was so tired. Life had been cold for such a long time.
The others are hurt. You don’t even know what’s been done to Luc, and you’re wasting your time here.
She flexed her hands, feeling the new tissue, focusing on it as she attempted to pull away. “I have to go.” Her voice shook.
He wouldn’t let go. He gripped her tighter. “You are not expendable. You don’t get to push everyone away so that they’ll feel comfortable using you and letting you die.”
She shook her head.
“This is war,” she said, forcing her voice to stay steady. “It’s not some sort of tragic self-condemnation to be expendable. It’s a strategic liability not to be.” She met his eyes. “That was why you picked me, remember?” Her voice broke. “Well, thanks to you, I’m worth less now. They added all these new healers after you asked for me. I had to train all my replacements.” She gave a bitter laugh. “You made me as expendable as I am now. And you didn’t even want me, either.”
He flinched, his grip loosening enough that she pulled free, turning again. He caught the door as she opened it, shoving it closed.
