Warlock's Angel - Marly Mathews Page 0,16
healers didn’t usually have to worry about wearing such hygienic gear as they rarely had to get their hands bloody. Their healing was mostly done by witches and warlocks with the innate talent, or they had the talent for the potions and spells needed to work this part of the craft.
He would find out who these healers were, and when he was done with cleaning up the Magical Authority in Halifax, they would no longer have jobs. He knew he shouldn’t take such extreme action against them, but for some reason he took great offense at how they treated Dallas and yet, he barely knew the woman.
He didn’t know why he felt so strongly about her, nor did he know why he had such an urge to protect her and avenge her. He must have been more affected by their physical contact than he’d originally believed.
“Master Finley, we’ve treated Mistress Redgrave. She should wake up within the next five minutes and be right as an early morning rain. Good evening to you all,” the lead healer said as they all bustled out of the family room.
He sensed them running quickly through the rest of the house. They certainly wasted no time whatsoever exiting the building.
Was she that much of an outcast? If she was shunned in such a foul way, why wouldn’t Anya take her with her on her many travels? He understood that she believed Earth was safer, but still, Anya could protect anyone with the power she had at her fingertips.
In a way, Dallas and he were more alike than he could have ever dreamt. Many kept their distance from him because they feared his father’s name and they feared what might befall them should they ever earn his ire.
Perhaps that was why he felt such a strong connection to her. If soulmates—lifemates—actually did exist, he might have just found his.
He’d almost forgotten Finley’s presence when the man spoke, shattering the tranquil silence.
“She looks a lot better now that she’s been healed up,” Finley mused. “I can’t thank you enough for helping us save her. We promised her mother a long time ago we would always watch over her, and if we had failed this eve, it would have haunted us for the rest of our lives.”
Oliver cast a brief glance toward Finley. “You still haven’t taken the time to get treated. Finley, you can’t keep neglecting yourself. I think you should go out there and catch those healers before they leave. The Gods know they couldn’t wait to get away from Dallas. However I am quite certain they won’t run away from you.”
“Ah, you noticed that did you?”
“I’d have to be freaking blind to not notice it, Finley. I wanted to tan their hides. It took all my willpower not to whammy them with one hell of a hex. In fact, if I had my way, they would have been talking out of their asses and farting out of their mouths for the next fortnight.”
Finley snorted at his ridiculous remark. “While that might be very entertaining for those of us who don’t like the way that new management is handling affairs back at HQ, I doubt it would have done any good. They already think and speak out of their butts as it is. As for me being healed, I’m already starting to mend myself back together. One of my talents has always been self-healing. If I still feel stiff come the morning, I will go to my local healer. He’s due back from his fishing trip tomorrow.”
“How does the local healer view Dallas?”
“Patrick views her with quite a good deal of admiration. He grew up with her father and her uncle. Trust me, he doesn’t think she’s a leper and knows he won’t suffer any ill will at her hands. We’re a very close-knit community, Oliver, and when we have to ask for outside help we sometimes don’t like the way the outlanders act, and yet, we sometimes just don’t have the resources to shuffle along on our own. Mark my words, come the morning, this house will be teaming with townsfolk ready and willing to do, what they need to do to help poor Dallas. They’ll be bringing food and whatever else might make her feel better.”
Emotion welled inside him, which he quickly strangled before Finley noticed his reaction. He’d never been a part of that kind of a community before and he would believe it when he saw it. He just didn’t have that