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‘Pulse ox normal and heart rate within normal parameters,’ the autobot announced.

No shit.

On-screen, the torn myocardial walls were not just stabilizing; they were regenerating.

He stared, disbelieving, then growled, voice dipped. ‘What the hell did you just do?’

Issa gazed up at him, unfazed. ‘I saved her.’

His grip on the CR-7 tightened. ‘Thefokk?’

He turned back to the bio-scans, eyes narrowing as he witnessed the cellular structure of the Allorian’s core repair itself in real time.

No artificial stimulation. No medical intervention.

The circulatory wall also appeared reinforced, so if the scan was to be believed, a graft procedure was no longer necessary.

He checked and double-confirmed. Then again.

Impossible.

He reached for the holo screen and swiped to rewind the footage.

What he spotted had him jolting so hard he growled.

The vision showed no recording of her fleeting touch.

He stared at the display as it played back.

One second, she massaged the tissue. The next, lifting her hands away as the cardiac muscle jerked to life.

The light flash he’d witnessed in person was not captured at all.

Twas as if he’d been dreaming.

He realized that only his meta vision had caught it because it had happened that fast.

He sliced his eyes to her and found her gazing back at him with calm freakin’ serenity.

He clenched his jaw, fighting to keep his expression neutral.

The gallery was watching.

The students’ eyes were on him and her.

He couldn’t lose it here.

Inside, his mind was a thunderstorm.

She just used herjuju-shit, not in secret but directly in front of his eyes.

His voice was a dangerous snarl. ‘You and I are having a conversation about this now.’

Issa raised a brow, unimpressed. ‘Can’t wait.’

His fingers flexed around the CR-7, his pulse hammering beneath his skin.

Pegasi’s medical guidelines were clear. Strict as hell.