I slammed back into my body, and the returning pain blasted through my every muscle, bone, and tissue.
I suppressed a scream as my eyes fluttered open.
Axel and Paxton were still engaged in their mêlée. Zak tried to break them up and rammed fist after fist toward Paxton’s face.
“Marigold?” The healer noticed my stirring first and called, “Marigold, can you hear me?”
I flicked a glance at her and frowned.
“You’re injured badly, Marigold,” Theodore stuttered, as if surprised that I’d returned to consciousness. “You need to lower your shield so Melissa and I can heal you.” He paused for a second and added, “You’re safe now.”
The fuck I’d let anyone come near me or touch me. All I wanted was to get out of here.
But I couldn’t move an inch. My broken body wasn’t cooperating.
So I begged my magic to do something for me.
When I attempted to summon it, my power answered.
An incorporeal and nearly liquid flame coursed through me, soaking me—not to burn me but to heal me. Every place it touched and licked, it healed.
My tissues and bones started to knit together, mending and repairing themselves rapidly.
The pain ebbed inch by inch.
Melissa widened her eyes. “My gods, she’s regenerating faster than a demigod.”
Zak, Axel, and Paxton halted their onslaught and rushed toward me.
I wouldn’t let them come to me. I was so done with all of them.
But where could I go?
In my desperate hour, I thought of the sweet, erotic dream I’d had this morning before the Demigod of Sea charged into my dormitory and started this charade.
I thought of my winged, beautiful dream lover and how I rode him to the heavens.
If only he were real.
If only I could meet him in the real world.
Wouldn’t I give half of my soul for that?
I rose into the air, my body going as incorporeal as my spirit had been.
“Marigold!” Axel screamed. “Don’t leave.”
His fingers, warm, desperate, and possessive, brushed over my fingertips like a phantom touch before I faded from the room and disappeared.