Lost Soul (DarkWorld: SkinWalker Book 2) Read Free

him had been enough to chill his blood. Fury had turned her eyes feline in a heartbeat and he knew never to mention such a thing again.
    "Right. Get comfortable." He held her hand within his palms as she shimmied down among the pillows to lie flat. She looked at him and waited, her eyes expectant. "Ready?"
    At her nod, Logan breathed deep and hissed it out. He shut his eyes and let the calm filter through him, centering his thoughts, his energy, his power. Her skin was feverish against his fingers but he kept his eyes closed and soothed the hitch in his breath.
    He moved his hands up to cup her arm from the elbow to the wrist. Placing one hand on either side of her forearm, he breathed in and out, bringing his ever-present, simmering fire to the surface in a controlled stream. Heat pulsed through his body and pooled within the palm of his hand as he directed the energy to Kai's arm.
    His skin touched hers and electricity sparked between them. The bed shifted and Kailin moved beside him. He didn't open his eyes. He sent the energy into her arm, channeling the power in small, concentrated bursts into her flesh.
    Slowly, he opened his eyes, sure of the flow of energy around his body and through his palms into Kailin's arm. His hand covered the worst of the infection and he steeled himself against the urge to peek.
    The heat simmered and pulsed between their skin and he met Kailin's eyes. Her expression was languid and sleepy. "How do you feel?" he asked.
    "Tired. And calm." She swallowed and shifted. "It's hot."
    "Uncomfortable hot? Or manageable hot?"
    "I can handle it." She smiled and sighed.
    "Tell me if it becomes uncomfortable." She nodded but he wasn't sure he believed her. He trusted Kailin to bite down on the pain no matter how bad it was. That was Kai.
    He bit back a smile and concentrated on her hand, sending stronger pulses of heat into her arm, alternating them with short bursts of faint fire. Slowly, he began to increase the strength in every pulse. He snuck a quick glance at Kai. Perspiration dotted her forehead, a few droplets running down her neck.
    "You okay?"
    "Yeah." She nodded but her cheeks were pink and her pupils dilated. Her body was reacting to the stress of the treatment and he had to keep a close eye on her. But he didn't stop. Not yet.
    He examined the skin of her forearm. The network of black veins had faded to a dark blue and what purple blotches that still covered her bare skin had paled.
    It was working.
    He watched Kailin but kept up a strong, steady stream of energy, unrelenting. Steady, strong pulsing of the fire made for a more lasting effect of the treatment. Not that it would cure her. That would hopefully come later after he'd fully perfected it.
    He glanced up and met her tired eyes and she smiled. "Thank you."
    "Don't thank me. The process isn't perfected yet. This is just maintenance." He kept his voice measured and controlled, but when she frowned, he knew she had sensed his frustration.
    She shook her head. "Don't rush it, Logan. You can only do what you can do. No more." Concern gleamed in her eyes. "Besides, I don't want you to get hurt. Or to hurt me for that matter." She tempered her admonition with a smile.
    Logan tensed his jaw, his hand still firmly attached to hers, fire still pulsing through her arm and through her bloodstream. "Yeah. The thing is I do need to rush it. You can't be lying about here for weeks on end. You have important things to do."
    "So you feel that by taking your time with the fire, you're delaying me?" Kai shook her head again. "Don't be silly. If I have to wait, I'll wait. I'm still not sure where I'll go first—back to Wrythiin for my mother and Anjelo, or to wherever it is Greer got to. So don't be hasty and rush. You want to get the process right so I'm strong enough to bring them back, to fight if I have to."
    It was the most that Kai had spoken in days and it exhausted her, her face growing paler, the corners of her eyes tightening.
    "Okay, don't get