“Wow. Thank you.”

“It’s standard operating procedure. The Coven doesn’t need non-magickals asking too many questions. We’re better off left to myth and Hollywood where they’re concerned.”

He winced again as she swiped more disinfectant over a gash.

“I’m sorry.”

“You know healing is a part of fire magick,” he gritted out. “It hurts a fuck of a lot less than antiseptic.”

“So I read in the handy-dandy witch handbook. However, I’m not even close to trying that out.”

“Why not? You’re going to have to learn sometime. Might as well be now.”

“Are you qualified to teach me this lesson?”

He grabbed her wrists and she jumped a little, startled. His fingers were warm on her skin and his dark, intense gaze drilled into her. “Just find your seat, be one with it, and it will flow naturally. There’s nothing to it once you find acceptance of your power. Doesn’t matter you’re coming to it late in life.” He forced her seat to warmth, made her feel the pulse of power that dwelt within her.

Her lips parted a little and her warm breath trickled over him. There was an energy between them. Something hot and fierce. Something that had nothing to do with the way he was currently manipulating her seat.

Theo felt . . . dangerous to her.

She suppressed a nervous laugh. “That’s very Zen of you.”

He shrugged and released her hands. The little pulse of magick between her breasts died. “Everyone’s always training, teaching. It’s not necessary. Those skills are already a part of you. Natural. Organic. All you have to do is tap them.”

“What if I burn the hell out of you in the meantime?”

His full lips twisted. “You think my body can’t take a few more scars?”

“I actually didn’t mean that wimp comment. I think you can take anything.”

“Enough.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over one of the gashes on his chest. She fought the urge to euuuw out loud. “Now close your eyes, tap your seat, and concentrate on healing.”

“Okay.” She did as he asked.

It was the same thing they’d shown her how to do at the farmhouse during those first terrifying twenty-four hours. She took some deep, even breaths and concentrated on the space between her breasts. The area warmed a little and began to tingle once she’d located it. The warmth spread down her arms, jumped between her fingers with little electric shots that she concentrated on keeping from Theo’s skin.

He was right. She could do this; it was a part of her. This was her, the part of her that had always been missing up until now. Now she was whole and it felt good.