Chapter Ten
What have I done?
That was the only thought screaming in my head as I dropped to my knees beside Isaac—my father—who lay groaning on the floor, a silver blade buried deep in his stomach. My hands trembled as I reached for the hilt, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might shatter my ribs.
"Dad!" My voice cracked as I pulled the blade out, blood smearing my fingers. His breath hitched in pain, and guilt clawed at my chest so violently that I almost couldn't breathe.
Closing my eyes, I forced myself to focus. You can fix this. You can fix this.
I pressed my palms over the wound, and green light bloomed between my fingers—soft at first, then glowing brighter, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. The air vibrated faintly as my energy surged, knitting torn flesh together at an unnatural speed.
