AMARIS’S POV
"Amaris!"
The dramatic flair of the elder’s voice seemed to snap whatever spell had overtaken the room.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Theron shifting his gaze away, a tick in his jaw as he finally drank from his cup.
Zevran made his shot, dismissing my presence with a subtle eye-roll, while Kade’s lips curved into a slow smile as he drew closer.
Elder Drusilla was before me in a blink, pulling me close enough for an inspection.
Frantically, she rose my hand, stretching it out as her sharp eyes scanned every part of it.
She checked my eyes, then even asked for a spin—as awkward as you’d imagine, but somewhat endearing.
It reminded me of what it might have been like if I had a mother.
"Child, are you hurt? Did you sustain a concussion? What atrocitie
