“Thank you for trusting me,” Ethan said. “Do you want me to keep calling you Angel when you're in the mask?”
“Yes,” I said. “I don't want anyone else to know.”
“Okay,” Ethan said.
The salad course arrived a few minutes later. I dug in, enjoying the crisp greens and fresh vegetables. The waiter seemed very happy that I liked the salad, and offered a second helping.
When he left, I asked, “Why is everyone being so nice to me? It's a little weird.”
I was most used to being ignored. I was just a half-blood. If I wasn't ignored I was bullied.
Ethan sighed and leaned closer to me. His face sobered.
“Tessa, most people don't know this, because we don't want to cause a panic.”
“What?” I asked.
“We are in desperate need of healers,” Ethan said.
“What do you mean?” I asked. There were o
