But she would.
I was determined to get her to tell me, so we could discuss it out in the open, and then, maybe from there, I might be able to learn something new.
As a doctor, it was important to practice what you knew, until new information—hopefully well studied and scientifically presented—became available and changed your way of practice. It happened quite often, which was why we were always taking continuing education courses and learning about new methods, so it would be hypocritical of me to not also give Faelan a chance to change my mind about healers.
Though, I suppose it would be good if I made her feelmore welcome to do so other than blurting out that a healer had paralyzed my mother.
Wincing, I pulled my car to a stop in front of the B&Q hardware store. I was here on a mission. Not only did I need to give Faelan an excuse to open up to me more, but I also needed to convince her to stay in Loren Brae longer.
I paused, my hands gripping the steering wheel.
“What am I doing?”
“About Faelan or your life in general?” Oban asked from the back seat.
“Faelan.”
“I think you like her.”
“But I can’t. For too many reasons.”
“Admittedly, you do have several roadblocks to get around.”
“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s not confidence you’ll be needing.”
“Approval?” I shifted to look at Oban. “You know my father would never. She’s not one of us.”
“And maybe that’s okay.”
I huffed out a laugh and shook my head, turning back to stare at the store.
“Is it? Didn’t work out so well for my mum.”
“I thought your father blamed the healer. Not the fact that she’s different.”
Intrigued, I pursed my lips. More research would be needed.
“After what I’ve told Faelan about our experience of healers, I think she might hate me.”
“And she might not. I mean, she did mention how hot shethought you were.”Oban made a gagging sound and I laughed.
“Did she really?”
“Aye. But you’re not off to a good start. What were you thinking? Telling her about your mum?”
“Och, I know. I know. Bloody hell, it just came out. Stupid.” I punched the steering wheel. I’d been berating myself for it the whole night.
“It’s not exactly the best way to get her to open up to you. Particularly since she already senses you don’t trust healers or magick. Then you lay the mum story on top of it? There’s no way in hell she’s talking to you now. You dug your own grave on that one, boyo.”Oban made that soft huffing sound that always indicated he was laughing at me.
“You find this funny?”
“Kind of. I like seeing you flustered. You’re too used to pissing excellence all the time.”
“I’ll take that backhanded compliment, thank you very much.”
“You’ve got a lot of work to do if you think you’ll win her over.”
