“You touched my thigh,” Phoebe Larsen said.

“Sh*t. Why don’t you try carrying someone without touching their leg? You’ll fall to your death,” Alex Rockefeller said.

“Don’t you have quick healing abilities? If you heal me, I can walk on my own. Why would I need you to carry me?” Phoebe asked.

Alex chuckled coldly. “Are you trying to get me to heal you quickly? Aggressive methods like this won’t work. Last time, I only did it because Cheryl pleaded for you. We haven’t reached that degree of fri