Faye's POV
My stomach churned violently, but I remained silent. Hardy offered no explanation, refused to meet my gaze, simply stood there waiting with the bloodied blade gleaming in his grip.
Following his earlier command, I moved toward Hillary.
She recoiled instantly, metal chains clanking as she attempted to pull away. "Stay back! Don't you dare touch me!" Her voice came out raw and broken. The restraints made escape impossible.
I placed my hand against the fresh wound. Warmth flooded from my core, streaming into her injured arm until the damaged tissue mended itself completely. Within moments, the bleeding ceased, flesh became whole again, leaving no evidence of his violence. I withdrew my hand swiftly, dread settling like lead in my chest.
"Monster! Witch! I knew what you were!" she shrieked.
I said nothing. Hardy unsheathed his sword without a word.
