Ayla’s POV
I spun around, my hand flying to my chest as Kiara skidded into the room. She was disheveled, her breath coming in jagged, desperate hitches as if she’d run the entire length of the territory.
“I found something—” she panted, clutching the doorframe to keep from collapsing.
I stepped toward her, a frown deepening on my face. “Kiara, breathe. You’re shaking. What is going on?”
“There’s a solution,” she rushed out, her eyes unnaturally bright despite the exhaustion shadowing them. “Something that could pull your powers and awaken the Sayer in you briefly.”
I stepped back, the weight of the word Sayer hitting me like a physical blow. I shook my head immediately. “Kiara, no. We’ve talked about this.”
“Wait.” Her gaze dropped, snagging on the packed bag gripped in my hand. Her
