“I have no idea what the f**k is happening out there!” I shout, my ears still ringing, even though we’re finally inside.
Moving to the refrigerator, I grab some ice and a cloth and give one to Oliver and another to Sylas. At the same time, Viola begins making several herbal poultices and potions for our injuries. As our power grew and our training matches became more brutal, so did the injuries that followed.
Somewhere along the way, Viola realized she preferred mending what was broken rather than adding to the damage. She always said she had a knack for it, and standing here now, I’m deeply grateful she was right.
I pour myself a glass of water, but then immediately dump it out and opt for something stronger. The drink rattles softly against the counter as I lift it, my grip unsteady a
