AMARA’S POV I woke slowly, my body heavy and aching, as if every muscle had been wrung dry. The faint scent of herbs lingered in the room, mixed with the scent of something warmer— Kael. My eyes fluttered open to see Priestess Thalia sitting at my bedside, holding a cup in her hands. “Drink this,” she said softly, pressing the cup toward me. “It will help.” I obeyed without hesitation, downing the bitter liquid in a single gulp. The taste made me wince, but the warmth spread through my chest, easing some of the lingering weakness. Thalia’s eyes studied me carefully. “It’s as effective as it is taste,” she remarked. I nodded, the memory of Adrian flashing in my mind. “How is Adrian?” I asked. “Getting better,” Thalia replied. Her calm tone should have reassured me, but my thoughts kept circling back to him. I remained quiet, lost in the swirl of my own fears. My body still felt fragile from the poison last time, and the memory of what I endured lingered like a shadow. Thalia
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