Zoe POV

This part was Iris's idea.

When the warmth moved through me and she began working on the damage Freya's rampage had left behind, she made a deliberate choice: stop at my face. Heal everything else—the ribs, the forearm, the shoulder, the places that would slow me down or compromise a shift. Leave my face exactly as it is. The scrapes from the stone floor, the dried blood on my temple, the bruise forming along my cheekbone from being pressed down.

She's ...