I want to believe him, I really do. I guess it will just take some time now, after everything that happened. I nod to his answer, feeling definitely better, and Damian smiles and gives me a quick kiss. He makes it look so simple...
Just when I’m about to say something, he suddenly starts searching for something around us with his hand. I see him grab one of the wooden pieces left on the floor. It’s small, but triangle-shaped, looking quite sharp. I want to ask what he is going to do with this, but before I can say a thing, he suddenly uses it to pierce his own hand!
“Damian! What the...?”
I grab his wrist to look at his wound, panicked. Why the hell did he just do this? It looks deep, too!
Damian stays very calm, his eyes still on me. “You said no more secrets. So now, I need you to kiss me.”
“What? Are you mad? It’s not the time for kisses, Damian, you’re bleeding!”
He is bleeding! I want to do something, call Nate or someone, but Damian suddenly grabs me by the waist, forcing a kiss on me. I try to push him away. Who wants to kiss at a time like this! But of course, he is way too strong for me. He is so passionate, his forceful lips playing against mine. I’m still worried, but it’s like a conditioned response for me to move my lips. For a few seconds, our breaths intertwine, while my mind is half enjoying it and half worried about his injury. I retreat after one or two seconds.
“Damian, stop! You need—”
“Nora, look.”
Cutting me in the middle of my sentence, he shows me his hand. His perfectly fine hand... What just happened? There was a deep cut right in the middle of his palm just a few seconds ago! Yet now, it looks completely normal, except for abit of dried blood around it. Even for a werewolf, healing this fast from a wound like this is insane!
“But, how...?”
“It’s you, Nora.”
Me? I stare at Damian, confused. What does he mean by that? Does he mean this kiss was for...? I take his hand in mine, rechecking it, making sure I’m not hallucinating or something. A bit of fresh blood is still there, drying already, but the wound has completely disappeared.
“I don’t get it...”
“I don’t really know how it works, either, but if I kiss you, all my wounds will heal much faster than usual just like this,” he explains.
“How did you know...?”
“From our first meeting. You saved my life like this.”
I suddenly remember the story Liam told me last Saturday. How badly their father injured Damian ten years ago. Liam did say he thought his brother might actually have died from it at that time. Those were no light injuries. They even thought he might have died, but Damian showed up alive and completely fine a few days later... I blink, stunned by what it all means.
“Damian Black, are you telling me you kissed a seven-year-old girl and magically healed from death-threatening injuries that way?”
He smiles, amused by my shocked reaction. I can’t believe him! He knew for ten years that I can do those... weird magically healing kisses, and never said a thing!
“Don’t laugh! You knew since the very beginning that I can do this, and you never told me!”
“I had my reasons. First, it’s tiring for you, isn’t it?”
Now that he says it, I do feel a bit more tired than two minutes ago. Like after a workout or something similar. Not to the point of exhaustion, but I still feel sleepy.
“The first time you did it, you collapsed, Nora. I didn’t want to put you in danger this way. Thankfully, this ability only seems to tire you out if I need healing. As you already know, if we kiss when I’m fine, nothing happens to you. I also think this is linked to you not being able to fast-heal. Since you can heal me, it probably takes away a bit of your own ability, and I don’t really like that.”
It kind of makes sense, in a way... Is it because I’m half a Royal, then? Could it be some sort of secret ability? Healing others instead of myself? But, with a kiss? It’s still a bit... odd.
“Do you think it only works on you, because you are my fated mate? Or maybe...”
What if I used it on others? Well, it’s not like I plan on going around kissing people to try, but still, I wonder if it’s just between the two of us or if it could work on anyone. Damian suddenly makes an angry face after hearing me. Uh-oh.
“Don’t even think about it, Nora,” he growls.
I forgot how possessive he can be, sometimes...
“Wait a second... Don’t tell me that is the real reason why you never told me.”
