Chapter 62: The Power of a Crystal

I whip around, relieved for the interruption and see a single white crystal in Dominic's open palm.

"Take it," he reaches out, placing the cool stone in my hand, "now squeeze."

Without warning, the crystal begins to heat up, almost too hot to keep holding. I look up, eyes squinting from the burning sensation.

"It's working, keep going." He instructs.

I glance back down at my fist and actually witness the bruises along my wrists begin to fade and the broken skin, now completely healed.

"Better?" Dominic asks, still holding a look of concern over his face.

"Much." I smile and he lets out a breath.

"Good," he leans in, kissing my forehead, "Come on, let's finish that glass of wine."