Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 199: Heal Me!

Chapter 199: Heal Me!

"Tell me about Rhistel," she demanded.

Damon nodded, gathering himself.

"Rhistel is the keeper of information," he said. "He does not alter it or twist it. He never meddles.

He only observes and records the truth for the world. His family was a follower of witches first. It was recorded that they have saved lives.

Then something happened and the witches killed the royal family. It was a large massacre. Someone claimed that they wanted powers." Olivia nodded, she had heard this story like a folklore but she had never believed it or paid attention to it since it had nothing to do with her.

"Rhistel says, you can find out the truth." he watched her and she gulped.

"How.."

"By connecting to others. He believes there were many hidden witches." she scowled at once, abhorred. And scared. What if he knew she had met them in the woods and tested her. What if they had a different plan. She might have loved him, but she did not trust him anymore.

"There is nothing to be scared of, Olivia." Damon looked up at her, his eyes steady, as if he didn’t want to hide anymore.

"If you accepted," he continued, "he wanted to observe you. Record your powers, your growth and In exchange, he offered help."

Olivia’s hands clenched at her sides. "Help?" she asked warily.

"You need a trainer, Olivia," Damon said. "Someone to teach you how to wield your powers—to control them before they spiral beyond you. Without training, your emotions alone could cause destruction. Rhistel knew it. I knew it."

He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding into his voice.

"I didn’t want to tell you because I hated the idea of someone else knowing what you are before you even understood yourself. But... you need guidance. And we have very few people we can trust."

Olivia stared at him, her heart twisting painfully.

"Training," she echoed hollowly. "Like I’m some weapon being sharpened."

"You are not a weapon," Damon said fiercely. "You are a force, Olivia. Forces must be mastered, or they destroy everything, including themselves."

He stood up slowly and approached her carefully, he knew he had lost her trust.

"I don’t want to control you," he whispered with raw emotions in his voice. "But I want you to survive. And right now... you’re standing at the edge of a blade, Olivia. One wrong move, and—"

"I can kill others." she completed the words he was hesitant to say. He did not tell her but she noticed he was still in pain because of her powers from that day."

"I can heal and kill, right?" she repeated and he sighed.

"You could do much more than that!" Olivia raised a brow and looked at his pale face. She had never felt a heartbeat before, pulse without touching his hand. He was internally injured.

How could she see it as if she could see through his body? Her hand reached for his chest.

His eyes widened, his gaze flickered with panic before he controlled it and forced a smile.

"I do not want to owe you. But.. Do you trust me." a moment of hesitation before he nodded with a clenched jaw.

She closed her eyes and she felt again, the bleeding parts in his body. As if the blood responded to her touch. Ready to flow any direction she wanted. If she could heal with intentions, she wanted to heal him.

A second passed, two.. A whole minute passed.

"Olivia.." her eyes snapped open in frustration.

"What is it.."

"If you continue touching me, I will lose it. And then you would blame me later. I need to sit away from you to cool myself" she blinked and then looked at his bare chest she was touching for a minute. Slowly lower and she noticed the tent forming there. She looked away, her face scalded.

"You... how could you think about these things." her voice broke and she flustered.

"I am attracted to you. You can not blame me." he raised a brow amused but his voice was thick with desire.

It lessened the frustration building in her chest.

"Why did it not work?" she asked, "why could i not heal you?"

Looking at the panic in her voice, he pulled her in his arms and brought her back to the bed.

"You lack emotions." she frowned, confused.

"Rhistel told me and I confirmed that your powers come from emotions. That night, you were furious and struggled. Your anger must have brought your wrath on me.

And if you want to heal me..." his eyes roamed on her body. "You should feel either enough love or pity for me to heal me. But even now, you are full of distrust toward me." she nodded without trying to hide it.

"Then you mean.." he nodded.

"You have to feel the desire to heal me not do it because you owe me." she gulped the lump forming in her throat.

"And if you want... I can help you bring that emotion out." and then he leaned. His intention was clear.

He would love her until she felt that love and then she had the power to heal.

Olivia froze as Damon leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin, warm and unguarded.

Her heart stuttered violently in her chest, a sharp contrast to the cool uncertainty pooling in her stomach.

"Damon," she whispered, but the protest died before it could find strength.

He lifted his hand slowly, giving her time to pull away—but she didn’t. His fingers brushed her cheek, featherlight, almost reverent.

"I will not force you," he said, voice so raw it trembled. "But you must feel something, Olivia. For your sake... and for mine."

Her lips parted in a shuddering breath, and Damon seized the fragile invitation, tilting her chin up, his mouth descending on hers with devastating gentleness.

It wasn’t a demanding kiss. It wasn’t a claim. It was a plea—a whisper of broken promises and buried fears.

She stiffened at first, overwhelmed, but when his hand found the small of her back, grounding her, she melted before she even realized it.

Her fists clenched the front of his opened shirt pulling him closer.