The Healer (The Order of Intergalactic Peace #1) - Kelly Lucille Page 0,68
were off the floor and her face was close enough she could see the swarm of black taking over his eyes.
“Are you hiding from me healer?”
Corporal Handsly was beside them in an instant. Hand on his weapon, but it was still sheathed. “Sir, I have to ask you to let the high healer go.”
Gren growled low at the interruption and his dark magic shot out and Handsly dropped to the floor. Serenity couldn’t see him stuck as she was in the air at the end of a fist, but she could feel him, and it was as if his life had been sucked away in an instant. She fought against the need to heal him, knowing that to open herself to her power now would be a mistake, and knowing too that it was already too late. She couldn’t stop her power from reacting to her own injuries however, as it radiated over the damage in her throat and struggling lungs.
Black eyes shot from Handsly back to her and he smiled. “There it is,” he said with more than a little satisfaction. “You are hiding, but I can feel it coursing under your skin.” He met her eyes, eyes that she fought to keep open even as she did her best not to react to oxygen deprivation, or the bruising grip on her throat. Instead she did her best to rid her body of the fear and adrenaline that would not help her now.
He narrowed his eyes, not seeing what he wanted and expected to see on her face and in her eyes. She would keep calm even if just to infuriate the man doing his best to kill her.
Not that he could. He would have to try harder than this if that was his real intention. Her body was already working to find oxygen from other areas to compensate for what she was not getting. She could feel her skin absorbing it and passing it towards her brain, even as her lungs felt like they were on fire.
“Why aren’t you choking and flailing for your life?” He asked the question low, as if she wasn’t following the script he had prepared for her. It made her wonder how many times he had done this before. She just met his eyes and made sure he saw nothing but serene patience in hers.
He practically snarled then, his hand tightened on her neck, and she felt more than saw the dark tendrils of his magic wrap around her, searching for a way past her defenses to the meat of her power. So that he could consume her, she understood.
His power was like death, and it ate the life around him. She was made almost entirely of life energy. If he could get to the core of her, he would suck her dry. And he was willing and eager to hurt too, as long as he could eventually make that happen.
She didn’t notice the swish of the doors opening, but she felt the men of Phoenix arrive.
One moment she was held in a punishing grip and then next she was thrown through the air, her back and head thumping the wall hard, before she fell crashing into the side of a metal exam table before hitting the floor.
She didn’t need her power to tell her she had more than one broken bone. She lay still, a part of her wanting to look up and see what was happening around her, but the rest of her just wanted to lay there and bask in the absence of darkness. Pain and broken bones she could handle fine, as long as she never had to feel that slimy darkness of power licking at her again.
She felt the snaps as bones were realigned and fixed, small cuts and gashes were closed and the small amount of blood that had escaped her was reabsorbed while her body healed her. She lay there even when it was done, listening to the violence that was just of the other side of the bed she lay behind. For the first time in memory she wished someone ill. Because she knew as well as she knew anything that if Gren survived whatever the others were doing to him, he would come back for her, and she never wanted to feel that slimy evil again. She doubted she would be lucky enough to survive a second brush with Councilman death.
“You dare lay hands on a councilmember?” she heard on a hiss.