~ZEPHYRUS' POV
For a moment we stood that way, his blade buried in my chest, my hand tight around his wrist, our powers pressing against each other in silence.
The frost crept along my chest, but my fire rose to meet it, pushing back inch by inch.
Instead of forcing him away, I reached up and gripped the dagger's hilt, before pulling it out myself.
The blade slid to the floor, and blood spilled down the front of my clothes before it touched the ground.
The frost tried to cling to the wound, slowing the repair, but the heat in me surged, burning through the frost until steam lifted from my skin.
The torn flesh drew together steadily. Muscle sealed. Skin closed. The bleeding stopped as if it had never begun.
Zade watched the entire process without saying a word, his eyes taking in every detail.
I dropped the dagger to the ground between us. "You still greet me like an assassin," I said.
His mouth curved faintly. "You still teleport into my house without knocking."
