Yrene smoothed back the hair that had
escaped her braid. “It’s not really anything
that you can see. What happens is beneath the
skin—mind to mind.”
“You go up against Valg demons directly,”
Fenrys said with no small amount of awe.
“They’re hateful, cowardly wretches.”
Yrene crossed her arms and scowled at the
man tied to the cot. “Utterly pathetic,” she
spat toward him—the demon inside him.
The man hissed. Yrene only smiled. The
man—the demon—whimpered.
Aelin blinked, unsure whether to laugh or
fall to her knees. “Show me. Do whatever it is
you do, but show me.”
So the healer did. Hands shining, she laid
them atop the man’s chest. He screamed and
screamed and screamed.
Yrene panted, brows scrunching. For long
minutes, the shrieking continued.
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