Anna's POV
I don’t even realize I’ve lost consciousness until my eyes snap open and I find myself lying on the cold, blood-slick floor. The girls are huddled around me, their faces pale and wide-eyed, like they’ve just seen a ghost. Their expressions are a mix of fear and disbelief, and I feel a chill crawl up my spine.
“Anna,” a voice says softly.
I turn toward it, and it's Piper. She's holding my hand and pressing it against her lips, her cheeks wet with tears. Her clothes are soaked in blood—my blood, I think.
“Thank the goddess you’re alive,” she breathes. “I knew you wouldn’t give up that easily.”
My throat is dry. I try to sit up, but my muscles scream in protest. Piper helps me, supporting my back with her arm.
“I... I don’t remember anything,” I whisper. “What happened?”
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