Page 90 of Lies That Bleed
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.
“Are you going to get in line for your wrist?” he asked. “Because in my vision you had a yellow cast on that arm.” He pointed to my splinted wrist.
I frowned. There he was, treating me like I was his girlfriend or something.
“Why do you care what I do, Kohen?” I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but I was sick of this dance. The hurt that crossed his face made me regret my words instantly.
I lowered my voice. “You don’t even know me, Kohen. Not really, and you say all this stuff about us in the future. You’re so protective… I can’t… if your visions are real?—”
“They’re real,” he growled.
They probably were. I had accepted it at this point.
I nodded. “Then I don’t want to know. I want things to play out however they’re gonna play outwithout you telling me first. I can’t know,” I told him firmly.
His jaw gritted, nostrils flaring. “Fine,” he growled, and walked away, taking the scent of sandalwood and cardamom with him.
I felt like the world’s biggest jerk, but I couldn’t handle him telling me how every step of my life was going to play out. It made me feel like I had no control, no choice.
It took over an hour for everyone to be seen by the medic. Once every last person had been treated, including Tetra, who they were unfortunately not able to do much for since their healer was out in battle on The Wall, I finally took my place in front of the medic. He was young, about my age, and had long brown hair braided down his back.
He removed my splint and hissed. “You have self-healing powers?” he asked.
I nodded and he shook his head.
“You should have been first in line. Rapid healing a bone at the wrong angle means you can have nerve damage and even loss of function.”
My eyes went wide and I flicked my attention over to where Kohen was standing just inside the tent, almost looking smug.
Did he know that? I had told him I didn’t want to know the future, so I guess that was on me.Great.
“What can we do?” I asked.
The medic’s gaze flicked to his buddy,a handsome twenty-something with blond hair, who shook his head. “Hell no, I’m not breaking the future empress’ wrist,” the buddy said.
I yanked my wrist back to my chest. “What?”
The medic with the brown braid winced slightly. “A controlled break with a cast. It’s already started healing wrong. Look at your pinky.”
I glanced down at my pinky and was horrified to see it at an odd angle and unmoving.
“Fine. Just do it,” I told him.
He shook his head. “I don’t do control breaks on rapid healers. He has all the expertise in that area.” He looked back at Blondie, who was packing up his medic bag.
I opened my mouth to beg him when Liana landed at the mouth of the tent and stuck her head inside. As she dropped from the sky, the ground shook a little with her weight.
Both medics snapped their heads up to look at her.
“Holy shit, a firebird,” Blondie said.
‘Tell him to do the controlled break or I’ll barbeque his face,’Liana threatened and I had to control my expression. I wanted to laugh, but I had a feeling it wasn’t funny.
“My creature isn’t happy with your refusal to do the controlled break. She’s making some… colorful threats if you don’t,” I told him.
The blond dude’s eyes went wide. “I mean, of course I’ll do it. I’m just nervous your dad will kill meif I screw it up,” he muttered, looking away from Liana and then back at me with fear.
I forgot the power my father had over these people.
