Violet Eden Chapters 04 - Endless

detector and deliverer, so if he was asked to give details and then couldn’t deliver those details with absolute honesty, it would cause him big problems.
    I ran into the small bathroom and wet a hand towel, bringing it back out, trying to wipe away more of the blood.
    ‘His heartbeat is strong, he’s going to be fine, Griff. Lincoln’s right, you should go. The less you see the better for all of us and you know it. Go with Max and Morgan. We’ll find you later.’ I saw the conflict in his eyes. It just wasn’t in him to walk away from one of his Grigori when they were hurt. Especially Lincoln. They were like brothers. But we both knew it was the right option.
    ‘Jesus,’ he said, admitting defeat. ‘Call me if you need me.’
    ‘I will.’

    Lincoln moved in and out of consciousness. I spent a little time just sitting beside him, making sure I was fully in touch with my power. Apart from just after I first embraced I’d never had to heal Lincoln from injuries this severe – I really didn’t want to make a mess of it.
    As if he could tell what I was thinking, he slipped his hand into mine before passing out again.
    ‘Oh, Linc,’ I ran a hand down the side of his face. ‘I’m so sorry they did this to you.’
    It was my fault.
    And he hadn’t even tried to resist.
    There was a time when I could only access my healing abilities by kissing Lincoln. But I was stronger now.
    Iclosed my eyes, put my hands on his chest, and drew up on the well of power that simmered within me. It came to me easily, like an old friend, eager to help. Lincoln was my partner and despite anything else we were made for healing each other. It was the one thing I could do that felt completely good and natural.
    My amethyst mist flowed from me, frosting the room and settling on Lincoln, searching out the source of his pain and gradually healing him. I was thorough, taking my time and starting at the base of his body before working my way up. I left his shoulder till last, wanting him to be as strong as possible. Because before I healed the pain – I was going to have to put his shoulder back in place manually.
    Lincoln’s eyes opened.
    His nose was healed and the cuts on his face were now gone. I used the towel on his face again, wiping away the rest of the blood carefully. He tried to move a few times, an intensity that he rarely let out showing in his green eyes.
    My breath caught but I kept going. He wasn’t healed yet.
    Before I could say anything, he lifted his good arm, wincing at the pain from his dislocated shoulder, and put his hand on mine. The one Drenson had crushed.
    Over my dead body.
    I shook my head at him. ‘I need to fix your shoulder first.’
    ‘You’re going to need both your hands for that,’ he said, breathless.
    It wasn’t exactly true. I was pretty sure I could do it with one hand. And I didn’t want to be fixing anything about me until I knew he was okay. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking,he didn’t wait. His power, the array of colours led by green, poured from him and into me.
    ‘Violet,’ he said, insistent. He could be irritatingly stubborn when he wanted to be.
    Reluctantly, but knowing from his look that it wasn’t worth fighting, I added my power to his. It wanted to go back to him, sensing he was still hurt, but I directed it towards my hand instead, each of the broken bones knitting together until they were completely healed.
    Immediately, I broke the connection between us, not wanting to waste any extra energy.
    ‘You should rest for a while,’ Lincoln said, his eyes watching me with that same deep concentration. My heart picked up its pace.
    To cover it, I narrowed my gaze. ‘Would you stop ordering me around?’
    ‘I can wait until you’ve rested. I’m feeling better. It’s just my shoulder left. I don’t want you doing too much.’
    I ignored him and instead began to prepare his arm, but the angle was off. His shoulder had popped out of its socket in such a way that putting it back would require great pressure on him. It wasn’t a huge ask with my strength but the angle had to be right.
    ‘You’re just avoiding me yanking your arm back into place.’
    I knew it wasn’t true, but he gave up on disagreeing with me.
    ‘Just do it,’ he said.
    I batted my eyelids, trying to keep him talking and distracted. ‘Oh Linc, you’re so brave.’
    Hetried to roll his eyes but his attention was really focused on the impending joint adjustment. Grigori or not – it