Elara's POV I turned, my breath still unsteady, only to see Nora standing in the doorway. Her eyes went wide the moment they landed on my face, and for a second, she looked genuinely startled. "When will you stop trying to give me a heart attack?" she snapped, though her voice lacked its usual venom. I blinked at her, unsure how to respond. Her gaze narrowed, sweeping over my face with something that looked like suspicion mixed with concern. "What the hell is on your face?" I sighed, my shoulders sagging. "It's a long story." "Then make it short," she said, crossing her arms. I explained everything again. The poison, Ivana's intervention, the red eye, the black veins. My voice was flat by the time I finished, exhausted from repeating the same thing over and over. Nora stared at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she shook her head slowly, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. "Rest up," she said finally, her tone clipped. "We start training
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