I visited Liam every day when I wasn’t being asked to join in other activities. The Keepers were overwhelmingly grateful to me, and those that had never bothered to talk to me before now hung on my every word. It was a daunting, sometimes unwelcome, change. The rare times I could excuse myself, I fled to either my or Liam's rooms.
Not that I wasn’t happy with the adjustment of attitude toward me. The little healer, whose name I’d learned was Natalia, had grown on me just as much as Finn and Declan. I followed her from room to room while she worked, listening to her stories from her childhood. She was two years younger than me and was one of the rare Keepers born with her magik.
“Mother said they knew when I healed a cut on my sister's knee,” she smiled.
“How old were you?” I asked.
“Tw
