GABRIELLE

I woke up abruptly, tense. It wasn’t the healing sorceress—I knew exactly who it was.

“Relax, don’t make any sudden movements. I’m just keeping your healthy skin clean, as the healer instructed,” his low, soft voice poured into my ears.

I could picture him leaning over my body, his blond hair falling to his shoulders, his golden eyes focused.

I had only seen him briefly when I expanded my senses upon rebirth. He’s beautiful and masculine, so sexy. He could easily find a mate within his own kind. I’m not the one for him—especially not now, not after what I’ve become.

“You don’t have to do this. There are others who can—”

“Of course, I have to do this. No one can take care of you better than I can,” he said. I remember his voice giving me strength amidst all the chaos and pain.

“No,” I raised my hand, trying to grasp his wrist, frustration burning inside me from not being able to see anything—not even having the power to "see" my surroundings with my mind.

I never thought I’d