Deborah’s POV

Deborah woke up because of a deep ache. It felt like her bones were burning.

She opened her eyes and saw a dim light. They were in a different, smaller shelter. Erick's golden marks gave off most of the light. He was kneeling next to her, his hands over her chest. Golden light flowed from his hands into her silver marks.

"Don't move," he said quietly. "Your power almost destroyed you. I'm trying to make it stable."

Deborah wanted to push him away and show she didn't need his ...