Tess asked quietly. She drew her hands away, taking their power with them. “If it’s uncomfortable, I can stop if you wish. We can try this another time—”
“No,” Mira said. She shook her head vehemently. “No, please, keep going. Something was happening.”
Tess resumed her work, and Mira weathered the unnerving heat and light that swamped her entire field of vision, filled her entire skull. She held on to Renata’s hand like a lifeline, her other hand fisted in the silk coverlet on the bed.
The power of Tess’s touch was lightning in her veins, in her bones and cells. Exploding behind her eyes. When she thought she couldn’t take another second more, the intensity doubled. Then doubled again.
And then it was simply . . . gone.
Cool white calm settled over her, like a turbulent night storm giving way to placid daybreak.
Mira slumped forward, panting, wrung out. She felt the weight of each Breedmate’s gaze as she struggled to catch her breath, slow her racing heart rate.
Tess lifted her chin on the edge of her hand. “Open your eyes.”
Her lids felt like they’d been glued together, but as she carefully peeled them open, the yellow glow of a bedside table lamp seeped into her vision. Shadows took on crisper form, then cleared away altogether. She blinked up at Tess, astonished. She could see again!
She stared in total awe and gratitude, drinking in the sight of the lovely Breedmate’s aquamarine eyes and halo of long, honey-blond curls. Tess nodded, holding her gaze as Mira struggled to absorb the fact that she was no longer blind.
“Oh, my God.” Mira’s voice was little more than a whisper, lost for words. She leapt up and pulled the healer into a tight hug. “Tess, thank you.”
Dante’s mate nodded, something wistful about her little smile as she stepped back to give Mira space to breathe.
And she needed it. Because all at once, she found herself caught in a round of joyous, relieved embraces from the other Breedmates in the room. Renata was first, her jade green eyes moist with tears as she hugged Mira fiercely. One by one, the rest of the women followed, showering Mira in so much love, her heart felt ready to burst.
She was so overcome, it took a moment for her to realize her eyes were bare. Not only did she risk undoing Tess’s work, but her terrible talent was open to everyone in the room with her. “My lenses,” she blurted, panic rising. She immediately sent her gaze downward to avoid making unintentional eye contact. “Does anyone have my lenses?”
“Here they are,” Tess replied. She placed the case in Mira’s hand, her voice quiet. “But I don’t think you’re going to need them anymore. At least, not to protect your eyesight.”
“What do you mean?” Regardless of the reassurance, Mira put the contacts in before she glanced up to meet Tess’s placid gaze. “Are you saying you healed me permanently?”
“I restored the sight you’d lost, but it’s the blood bond that will make your gift thrive. It’s been the same for all of us,” Tess explained. “Kellan’s blood couldn’t reverse the damage, but the bond is strong inside you, enhancing your power.” Tess smiled warmly. “I know you feel it.”
She did feel it.
It hardly took any effort at all to recognize the steady hum of awareness that told her Kellan was alive, feeding her senses, connected to her through the powerful bond they now shared. She felt his strength living inside her, and hoped he could feel the same from her.
Tess gave Mira’s hand a little squeeze and started to turn away.
“How do you know?” Mira murmured, just now realizing the impact of what the Breedmate had told her. “Tess, how can you be sure that I won’t lose my sight if I use my ability now?”
And then she knew.
All of the elation Mira had felt a moment ago leaked back out of her. Her heart sank with immediate regret.
“Oh, God. Tess . . . just a few minutes ago. You were looking into my eyes.”
She waved off the concern and that of the other women who had now shifted their focus onto the healer. Tess had seemed oddly quiet, reflective in the moments since Mira’s sight had been restored. Now Mira understood why.
“Tess, I’m sorry.” She’d be devastated if her vision had been reawakened only to wound the woman who’d helped her. “What did you see? Tell me it wasn’t something awful.”
“No,” Tess replied, calm and kind. “Not awful at all.”
“You would tell