“She’d played with fire by attempting to fade Dolly’s birthmark, and the poor girl was suffering because of it. Maddie slumped into a chair, overwhelmed by the depth of her frustration. Her gift allowed her to heal fatal injuries but had no effect on something as simple as a birthmark. She thought of Grandfather, and how she’d failed to cure him. It was most unfair that the one worthwhile result of her accident was so unpredictable. Despite her best efforts, some of her “patients” would live... and some would die. And some would be forced to live their lives hiding behind a curtain of curls and self-consciousness. Maddie sprang to her feet at the knock on the door. With a deep breath, she crossed the room, then pulled back the handle. Jace stood in the hall. “She’s fine,” he said at once. Maddie exhaled in relief. “I gave her a salve to counteract the allergy. The welts are already beginning to subside.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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