Amara's POV
The following morning, I woke up with a pounding headache, the weight of yesterday’s practice still clinging to my body like an invisible shroud. I dragged myself to the bathroom, staring at my reflection. My eyes were tired, shadows darkening beneath them. A reminder of how much I had been pushing myself.
The training was taking a toll, but Elian was right. I couldn’t let my emotions control me. The spell wrapped around the Triplets wasn’t just dark magic; it was a web of pain, manipulation, and deception, and I was going to break it, no matter what.
At school, I tried to keep my head low, avoiding unnecessary interactions. My resolve was strong, but I couldn’t deny how much it hurt seeing them every day, acting like completely different people. They weren’t the same T
