It might take a little time for everything to come back online.’ I can’t heal you like I should be able to. Lincoln brushed the loose strands of hair back from my face. ‘But my power … I still can’t feel it like I normally can.’ I tried to hide my concern but of course he saw right through me. Physically, I feel like I’m mending.’ I frowned as I combed my fingers through my now considerably shorter hair. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asked, moving closer. ‘When was the last time you slept in a bed?’ I asked, smiling. I looked at my left hand to see the violet ring and then to the end of my bed where Lincoln sat in a chair, watching me. My groggy mind took a few moments before it allowed the memories to flood in. They are messengers of overwhelming grief … and unspeakable love.’ĭisoriented, I opened my eyes. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
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