Reya’s POV
After Elara asked me to prepare the yearly sacrifice, the air in the infirmary turned thick. I stood there, feeling Liana’s stare dig into my back like claws. But I kept my face calm.
Elara reached forward and touched my arm lightly. Her hand was warm and soft, her fingers gentle as they wrapped around my wrist.
“You will do beautifully,” she said, her voice low and kind.
“Thank you, Elara,” I replied, nodding slowly. I could feel my heart beating faster, but I forced my shoulders to stay straight.
I turned to gather my things, already planning what herbs I would need, which bowls and knives I would polish and bless. But before I could even move two steps, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.
“Wait!” Liana’s sharp voice cut through the room.
I turned to face her. Her face
