Unraveled: Heritage of Power, Book 4 by Buroker Lindsay

Author:Buroker, Lindsay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

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Rysha woke to the night sky being an indistinct blur above her. She reached for her spectacles but bumped something else first. Someone’s arm.

“Trip?” she whispered, her voice raw and raspy.

“Here,” he murmured, his voice distant, as if he were concentrating on his magic.

And he was, she realized, aware of a warmth within her, focused on her abdomen. Was the bullet still in there?

Jaxi incinerated it, Trip spoke dryly into her mind. Azarwrath finds this medical practice horrifying, but she does seem to have pinpoint accuracy. She hasn’t yet missed and incinerated an organ.

Very comforting.

I figured that was more of a concern in your case, since the bullet was lodged in your gut. But she promised she could deal with it more quickly than we could.

What happens to the ash that’s left behind when a bullet is incinerated inside your body? Rysha asked, assuming something had to remain.

Judging by the long pause, Trip hadn’t considered that before.

As she imagined him having a scholarly discussion on bullet ash with the soulblades, Rysha grew aware of the cold sandy beach under her back. He must have swum across the harbor with her in his arms. She grimaced, knowing she had been a burden, and hoped he’d been able to use his magic to make it less onerous.

You’re never a burden, he murmured into her mind.

She knew he was reading her thoughts—maybe he couldn’t help it when they were this close, and he was monitoring her body for signs of anything going awry—but she didn’t mind. Especially with that warmth in her belly. It felt so much better than the pain from before. The backs of her shoulders tingled with healing energy, too, and she remembered the bear clawing her there.

Are you sure? she asked silently. I’ve heard that six-feet-tall women aren’t easy to carry.

Not a problem for sturdy, able, and handsome army captains.

You used your magic, didn’t you?

Maybe a little.

How does handsomeness help with carrying things?

It makes the woman want to hold on tightly. Always useful. Trip stroked the side of her face as the warmth continued to work within her, easing all her lingering twinges. To answer the ash question—technically, it’s a lead question—Azarwrath has decided that Jaxi used enough heat to truly incinerate the vast majority of it. If an infinitesimal amount remains, your body should be able to excrete it.

Ah. There’s nothing like having a man stroking your face and discussing excretion.

You did ask.

Rysha turned onto her side to look at him. He was stretched out next to her in the sand, facing her as he worked. Though she couldn’t see much without her spectacles, she could tell they were under the docks, hiding in the shadows. She squinted out toward the water. She couldn’t make out the dark warehouse barge, but the palace was lit well enough that she could see its blurry outline.

“Did my spectacles fall off while you swam?” she asked.

“No, I have them.” He slipped his hand into his trousers pocket and withdrew them. “I was going to see if I could fix them, but that was before I knew one of the lenses was missing.

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