Levi's POV
I stood there and watched Olivia work. The flesh knit together before my eyes. Muscle, skin, bone—seamless. Not a mark was left behind. Her power was terrifying in its precision: incredible, controlled, and divine.
The girls' breathing slowly evened out. The tightness in their faces softened. Their small fingers loosened their grip on my shirt as the pain left their bodies. Then, as the last of the magic faded, they both slipped into a deep, healing sleep. Their lashes rested against their cheeks, their faces pale but peaceful.
Olivia exhaled slowly, brushing her fingers gently over their hair. "They'll sleep for a few hours," she said quietly. "The magic drained the shock from their systems."
Olivia stepped forward softly. "You all should leave. Let me stay with them."
I nodded once. We filed out of the room, and the moment the door closed behind us, the air changed. It turned sharp. Heavy.
"Say it," I muttered.
