Third POV
"Might just be the beginning?" Stella muttered as the words echoed in her head a few times.
She lifted her hand once more, turning it slowly as her gaze fixed on the back of her palm.
There should have been something there; a faint scar, a pinprick mark left behind by the infusion needle.
A proof that she had been injured.
A proof that she had been human.
But just like the gun shot…It left nothing behind.
it was healed. Completely healed.
Smooth and unblemished.
No scar
No wound.
Nothing to tell her that pain had ever touched her body.
This should have been a thing of joy. Any sane person would have rejoiced at the discovery that they could heal from any injury, no matter how grave.
It should have been a miracle.
But it wasn't.
Not to Stella.
Fear crawled up her spine, coiling tightly around her heart until it became hard to breathe.
She was afraid.
No—she was sore afraid.
