A healer. Rare. Valuable.
Certainly valuable to an older-brother Earl who had been ill and frail since childhood. Kit could think of innumerable extraordinarily wealthy men and women who would pay significant amounts for those services, back in London.
Who would pay, or do worse. Coercion. Kidnapping. Threats. Desperation. Harry Arden hadto keep that secret.
“I’m not a healer,” Harry said. “Not exactly. I wish I were. It’d be easier.”
“Then. What. Areyou.” Level. Relentless. Investigating. Doing his job.
“He fixes problems,” Ned said. “Sorry. I should’ve been clearer. We’ve never been able to define it exactly. He does heal the world, though. So I’ve always thought of him as that.”