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into his body, and they flooded back into her as well.   Connected in the most ethereal way, she saw
inside his soul and was flayed open to him as well.   Lust swamped her, making her body cry out
with desire.   Her pussy ached to be
filled, the need to be connected in the most basic way overriding her logical
mind.
    She fought the sensation, her body quivering at the
power she reined in.   His eyes popped
open, and he stared at her.   It wasn’t
just a stare.   He was looking through her
and into her soul.   She froze, rooted to
the floor.   She felt his large hand grasp
her wrist, unable to break away from his gaze.   Light flooded her, the room growing brilliant around her, the
illumination steadily growing brighter and brighter.   Britt pulled her eyes from his and looked at
his body.   It glowed just as brightly as
hers did.  
    He drew her hand to his wound, and it began to heal as
she watched.   Skin joined itself back
together, and the blood absorbed back within, as if the injury had never been
there.   A blackened bullet slowly pushed
to the surface as the last of the wound was healed.   As quickly as it had begun, it was over.   The glow darkened, and the usually bright
hospital lighting looked pale in comparison.
    She breathed shallowly, her breath coming in gulps as
she tried to right herself.   Smoke lifted
from the odd looking bullet, and it scorched her skin when she reached for
it.   She dropped it to the floor, where
it promptly melted.   Melted?   What kind of bullets are
these?
    “What was that?” the man growled out, his wild-eyed
stare pushing her further off balance and making her forget the bullets.
    “I … I don’t know.”   She did, to a point, but nothing like that had ever happened.   A simple touch had never caused her gift to
short circuit and go haywire.   And the
need she’d felt, it hadn’t gone away completely.   She met his gaze once more, embarrassment
filling her.   Besides the elderly woman
earlier that morning, no one had ever seen her powers at work.   She’d only allowed
Beverly
to see because the woman was so close
to death and if she had told, Britt was sure they’d believe her tales to be the
hallucinations of a woman on the edge.
    Having been witnessed, she was fearful.   She’d worked hard to hide whatever it was she
had within her.   It could be the
beginning of the end.
    “Where is Nicolas?”
    “Who?   Was he the other victim brought in with
you?   They’re about to transport him to
Carson General.   I couldn’t take both of
you.”   She supposed she could now, as it
appeared he was perfectly fine.
    The man jumped from the bed, his tattered shirt
falling off his body as he moved.   She
tried to block his escape but was thrust against the wall as he barreled out of
the room.   Britt pulled herself off the
floor where she’d slid and ran after him.   “Wait!   You need to be
checked!”   What if he was the
shooter?   She had to stop him before he
hurt the man in the ambulance.
    He busted out the doors toward the vehicle as it was
pulling away, and she ran as fast as she could to catch up.   He ripped open the back doors, and Britt
could see the look of surprise on the female EMT’s face as she hovered over the other patient.   Brakes squealed on the vehicle as the man began pulling the gurney out
of the ambulance, the EMTs working hard to keep it
in.
    The man was a brute, pure muscle rippling as he
reached in, grasped the male EMT, and threw him to the ground.   Fear seized Britt as she neared, knowing she
couldn’t handle the strength he had, but she had to try.   She jumped on his back, wrapping her arms
around his neck and pulling as hard as she could.   “Security!   Security!”
    He twisted and turned below her, trying to throw her
off, but she held on like glue.   “Security!”
    A few of the more mobile patients or family members
had drifted to the doorway, watching as she tried to wrestle the man.   No one