Page 59 of Dead Air

They flew up and Niall braced himself when Cenn turned toward the cabin and noticed the pain in his arm and leg had subsided. “Wait!” he yelled and Cenn halted. “Put me down!”

“I’m not going to put you down here with a brok?—”

“Just put me down!” Niall demanded.

Cenn must have sensed that something wasn’t right as well because he quickly lowered to the ground and was frowning as he cautiously set Niall on his feet. “Is it…?” he asked and circled Niall to get a closer look at his leg.

“The pain is gone and it feels…normal,” Niall said with a stunned look at Cenn. He checked his arm and the cuts and bruises were gone. “Oh, shit!” he said, then covered his mouth.

“Did you just…?” Cenn drew back, shaking his head as he stared at Niall and then his leg. “That isn’t possible,” he said and Niall gestured wildly at his leg.

“Tell that to my body! Look at me!” He pointed at his arm and kicked at Cenn. “What does thismean?”

Cenn reeled for a moment before he held up his hands. “I have no idea,” he finally said and mouthed an apology.

“Fine. Then we’re going to Georgetown, Nox and Merlin need to know about this immediately.”

“Flick,” Cenn sighed as his head hung. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”

The End