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“How are you going to do anything without a regenerator?” she murmured, then lifted her gaze.
A wrinkle of concentration marred his forehead. It was… sort of adorable.
You’re losing it.
She’d believed he would change her into a mindless zombie only hours ago, and now she thought him adorable?
He stole away that thought when he lifted his other hand and placed it over hers.
A gasp ripped out of her as their skin connected. Tingles burst across her flesh where his fingers brushed her wrist, then exploded up her arm and over her shoulders.
Then came the uncomfortable heat. It raced through her, beginning with her thumb, chasing away the tingles. She inhaled a hissing breath. Her internal temperature rose, becoming hotter where her injury lay beneath his hand.
His gaze lifted to hers, and her breath caught in her throat at the way he looked at her. She should run screaming, but couldn’t move as the heat slowly ebbed away, and the tingles returned.
Chapter twelve
Bright spots of color dotted Wynn’s cheeks the longer Iax held her hand in his. Her pupils dilated, the appealing brown of her irises shrinking to a slender ring.
Those eyes held him captive while the tingling connection continued between them, his essence speaking to hers in a way he had not been sure it would.
But he had wanted to try.
And it worked. Despite not being able to touch her mind and taste her thoughts, he could stimulate the foundational makeup of her cells. In its wake, a new and pleasurable sensation rippled through him. He yearned for more, his body responding biologically to a need that, for most of his life, had remained dormant.
His eyes skimmed downward over the thin material of her top. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, nipples puckered beneath, but it was not fear that crashed over him. It was a warmth that matched theone simmering in his chest and stomach, and even lower. His internal temperature increased along with his heart rate.
The urge to explore this emotion pushed at him. He needed to see how hot he could make her burn if he touched her elsewhere.
But she was bleeding. He broke their stare and concentrated on the life force that hummed below her skin, speaking essence-to-essence to heal the damage.
Her lips parted, and she tipped her chin to focus on their joined hands. Beneath his palm, he concentrated on sealing the laceration in increments. Her emotions swooped toward him, crashing over his head in waves, then receded.
When he was certain he had healed all the damage, he removed his hand, keeping her wrist supported underneath. Blood marred her skin, but she was no longer injured.
She gasped and snatched her hand from his. “How the hell did you do that?” She opened and closed her fingers quickly.
He was about to answer when her entire body stiffened, her eyes flying to his.
“No,” she whispered, then stared at her other arm.
She took hold of the cuff of her shirt, and yanked it upward, revealing the smooth skin hidden beneath. The three thin white lines he had noticed on his arrival, the scars, were gone.
She rubbed the skin back and forth, and her eyes welled with moisture. Then her shock morphed into something more volatile, the wave of anger surging against him so violently, he took a step back.
“What did you do?” She swayed, and he reached to catch her.
She straightened, stumbling sideways out of his grasp. “Stay away from me.”
At her words, he remained by the counter. She spun around to face him, one foot in the kitchen, and the other in the hallway. Her hands clenched at her sides, the one sleeve rolled up over her elbow, exposing her unblemished skin.
“What did you do?” she repeated through gritted teeth.
He did not understand her upset, why she reverted to her original hostility in the wake of him healing her injuries.
“How did you heal me so fast without a regenerator?” Her voice shook, and he found he did not like the sound of her uncertainty.
He would give her the answers he could. “You are Calypson.”
