Page 115 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

“Your heart flutters so quickly,” a smooth voice came from the foot of the bed. As Onyx stepped forward, candlelight kissed his pale skin. Pumpkin sat on his shoulder. “Like a hummingbird’s wings.”

“Onyx.” Tears burned behind my eyes. Maddox kissed the back of my hand again before he and Briar moved aside, letting Onyx approach me. I reached for him, a tear slipping free as he grabbed my hand. “How do you feel?”

“I should be asking that of you.” Onyx sat with me on the bed. He brushed aside my bangs, his touch featherlight and delicate, as though he feared I’d break. “You’ve slept the day away. A habit of yours, it seems.”

The last was spoken with a subtle curve of his lips. His eyes were guarded though.

“Other than a bit of grogginess, I feel fine,” I said, then smiled as Pumpkin inched off his shoulder and came to curl up in my lap. “What happened? My memory’s fuzzy.”

“In truth, my memory is also clouded.” Onyx lowered his gaze to my hand and lightly traced the pad of my fingertips with his. “But I remember your voice, little bird. You said you loved me. A calm then washed over me, followed by an indescribable warmth. You… you saved me.”

My smile felt shaky on my lips. The relief almost made me cry, but I held back the tears. I’d cried enough over the past few days. “See? Everything sorted itself out, just as I said it would.”

One of his eyebrows arched. “Not without complications. I nearly killed you.”

“Nearly being the keyword there.” I reached up and poked his nose. He wiggled it in response, his serious expression unchanging. I smiled again, this one steadier. “So I passed out afterward?”

“Yes,” he answered. “You used a lot of power breaking my curse. It weakened you. We summoned Phantasia right away, and she reassured us you’d recover with some rest. The more you use your power, the less time you’ll need after to regain your strength.”

I glanced toward the window. The sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving only a faint light in the distant sky. I really had slept the day away.

“There’s more,” Onyx added, drawing my gaze back to him. “Phantasia made a discovery while examining you.”

“Oh god, what is it?” I asked, suddenly worried my power had done something weird to my body. Turned me into an alien muffin with an antenna growing out of my head. I slapped a hand to the top of my scalp just to be sure.

All clear. Just a mop of messy blond hair. Good.

Onyx seemed amused.

“Look at your chest, love,” Briar said from a short distance away.

I peered down, expecting to see a third nipple or something. Instead, I saw… smooth, flawless skin. Confused, I ran a hand over my ribs. “My scars. They’re gone.”

“You healed yourself.” Briar came to sit on the other side of Onyx, resting a hand on my leg. Pumpkin perked up before bouncing over and playfully attacking his arm. “I have a theory.”

“Of course you do,” I said with another smile. “Let’s hear it.”

“Each of the other saints had a power unique to them, yes?” He pushed his glasses back, brow furrowed in thought. “Combat. Prophecy. So on and so forth. And if I’m right… your special gift has presented itself. Healing.”

“Healing?” I asked. “I thought my power was in my food.”

“All of it is connected, I believe,” he said, excitement building. He was too cute. “Ever since the day we met, I’ve seen the way you care so deeply for everyone around you. That love has manifested in the meals you make for us and, now, is the foundation for your saintly powers. Yet, it goes beyond simple purification. You heal the soul, shedding light on the darkest depths of a person’s heart.”

Onyx clasped my hand tighter, the corners of his eyes taut.

“Furthermore,” Briar continued, “I believe that once you fully harness your power, you’ll be able to soothe those afflicted by mental scars and also, perhaps, have the ability to heal physical wounds as well.”

My thoughts raced. Me? Some sort of healer?

Another round of tears surged forward. “So I’ll be able to help people? Not hurt them?”

Briar’s gaze softened, and he lightly rubbed my leg. “Yes, love. But you don’t need me to tell you that. Just look at what you’ve done for your demon lord.”

My demon lord. I smiled at his wording, vision blurring.

After a pat to my knee, Briar stood and grabbed Maddox, who’d been standing against the wall, and the two of them left the bedchamber, joining the others in the main sitting room in Onyx’s quarters. I caught Lake’s rough laugh, as well as Rowan spouting off to Callum.

They must’ve wanted to give me time alone with Onyx. Those men could be sweet when they wanted to be. It was also a relief that they didn’t seem to hold a grudge against Onyx for what he’d done while consumed by the curse.