Chapter 212\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nod and stove toward him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight long. His handy tenses, fit and from four, Frp rprise, 1e he didn\u2019t excuaj m\u00eb t\u00eb\u00a0<\/p>\n
actually touch him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tll do it, I say into his shoulder. 111 try to heal you today.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Are you sure?*\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tll control whatever is inside of me and teach it to be good. I\u2019ll teach it to save lives instead of taking them\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words feel strange coming out of my mouth. For days, I\u2019ve thought of this power as nothing but a curse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As something evil that needs to be contained or destroyed. But maybe Tristan is right, maybe it doesn\u2019t have to be that way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe I can change what it is. Maybe I can turn it into something good.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan hugs me tighter, and I can feel some of the tension leaving his body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to change the world,\u201d he says when we pull away from each other. \u201cYou\u2019re a cure, not a curse.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Those words break something open inside me. I move toward him again and hug him harder, letting the tears fall freely now. But these are different tears. They\u2019re not tears of fear or guilt or despair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They\u2019re tears of gratitude. Gratitude for the family I have, for friends\u00a0<\/p>\n
who care about me\u00a0<\/p>\n
enough to risk everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gratitude for a mate who believes in me even when I don\u2019t believe in myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Tristan pulls away and looks at me, I think he\u2019s going to kiss\u00a0<\/p>\n
See it in his\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes,\u00a0<\/p>\n
the\u00a0<\/p>\n
want and the love and the need to be close to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he doesn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018I want to kiss you,\u201d he says, his voice rough with emotion. \u201cI want to show\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath hitches at the intensity in his voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u3113\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I won\u2019t. Not now. When everything is over.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
you how much\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u00a0<\/p>\n
love\u00a0<\/p>\n
you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nod, understanding what he means. When the danger is past. When I have control of this power. When we can touch each other without fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s get this done with immediately,\u201d I say, making him laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It\u2019s one of the first genuine laughs I\u2019ve heard from him in days. It\u2019s light and warm and like medicine for my broken heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We walk out of the room holding hands. I\u2019m still wearing the protective gloves, but it\u2019s something. It\u2019s a connection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Orion and Sarah are surprised when they see us holding hands. I can tell they want to ask what changed, but they don\u2019t. They just give us small smiles and nod like they understand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We eat breakfast together, and for a few minutes it almost feels normal. Like we\u2019re just a family having a quiet morning meal together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Mon Jan Te\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 212\u00a0<\/p>\n
Derek anives while sere finishing up. Hex carrying a bag that I don\u2019t wait to think too hard shoul, the bag with the silver brute and what ca they think they need for this insane plan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We all sit together in the living room to go over the details one more time. Where we\u2019ll do it. How long to wait belite trying to heal him. What to d\u00a0<\/p>\n
something goes wrong.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Each detail makes this feel more real. More terrifying.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you ready? Derek asks me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I look around the room at all these people who love me. Who are willing to risk everything for me. Who believe in me even when I don\u2019t believe in\u00a0<\/p>\n
myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s time,\u201d I say.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And somehow, despite everything, I actually mean it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The fear is still there. The doubt is still there. But underneath all of that, there\u2019s something new.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hope.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe I really can do this. Maybe I really can turn this curse into something good. Maybe Tristan is right and I really can change the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There\u2019s only one way to find out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Let\u2019s do this,\u201d I say, standing up from my chair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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