SYLVIA"Her heart rate is steady, Your Majesty," the head healer announced, pulling his hand back from my wrist. "Her lungs are clear of water. It is a miracle. There is nothing else to describe this situation.”The entire room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.I sat on the edge of the examination bed, my fingers clutching the edge of the thin blanket. In the small hand mirror hanging on the wooden post beside me, my reflection looked pale, but my skin was warm. I was really alive.My mind kept spinning back to that grassy hill, the Messenger's glowing eyes, and the terrifying price of my return.Once your mark is complete, and your true mate admits his love for you out loud... you will die.I shifted my eyes across the small room.King Stolas stood near the window, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a strange, dark look in his eyes. Beside him stood my mother, looking fragile yet awake, holding a damp cloth. In the corner, Willow stood stiffly, her arms wrapped aroun
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