Touch by Rose Wulf

Author:Rose Wulf [Wulf, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Oh my God…” Angela breathed, her hands hovering over what should have been a terrible, blackened burn. She was positive Eric had poured a deadly blast of electricity into that hit, just from the horrible way her stomach had clenched and twisted. And when Vaughn had passed out on the sidewalk, she’d been equally certain that there just wasn’t enough time to drive all the way home to safety. He surely wouldn’t have survived the trip.

Somehow, she’d kept her head long enough to snag them a cheap motel room, and thanks to a lot of adrenaline and one Good Samaritan, she’d managed to get Vaughn all the way to the bed. Healing him was the next step, and she’d wanted to see exactly what needed her attention so she could focus her power on the worst of it. His shirt was ruined, anyway, so she didn’t feel too guilty awkwardly tearing it off him, but now she hesitated. She remembered what he’d told her not even a week earlier. How he’d been struck by Eric and hadn’t been hurt as badly as he should have. She’d even witnessed the after-effects of the altercation on Saturday. But she’d never seen what had caused those wounds, and despite what he’d told her, she hadn’t considered that she wouldn’t find something horrifying.

She should have.

Vaughn’s chest was largely unmarred—and perfectly sculpted—except for a spot the size of a silver dollar over his heart. It was a bright, furious shade of red, swollen, and looked like it would be particularly tender. There was a faint sheen over the surface of it, like something a metal burn might leave. But that was it. Or at least, that’s all I can see. It was important to remember that part. For all she knew, the internal damage was exponentially worse. That was a chance she couldn’t take.

Drawing a deep, semi-steadying breath, Angela shifted on the mattress beside him and lowered her hands until she could practically feel the warmth of his skin on her palms. She was distracted by that notion for an instant, forced to remember that she’d had more than a couple of dreams about touching that same chest. In a very different way, under vastly dissimilar circumstances, but the realization still struck her for a moment. A fleeting, stupid moment. Focus, Angela. Heal him now, ogle him later. Probably, she shouldn’t be thinking about ogling at all, but clearly, that was unrealistic.

She exhaled, summoning her power as the breath fled her lungs. She felt it build up from her chest, warm and soothing, and willed it to flow out through her fingertips.

“Stop,” Vaughn grunted as a strong hand closed around one wrist, just tight enough to catch her attention.

Angela jerked back, startled, and her heart leaped into her throat. “Vaughn! You’re awake!” Idiot. Obviously, he’s awake!

His lips twitched and he loosened his hold on her wrist, letting his arm fall back to his side. “Yeah. Sorry I blacked out on you.”

Pursing her lips, Angela replied, “Don’t apologize.

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