Maria's POV
The room was heavy with the scent of burning herbs and the lingering echoes of whispered incantations. My heart raced as I watched the shimmering aura around Zara dissipate. Her breathing steadied, the color returned to her cheeks, and I exhaled a sigh of relief.
“Carl, it worked. Your wife, Zara, is finally safe. But we need to do another binding spell, so the magic doesn’t bind her to it permanently.”
Carl’s eyes darkened, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. “What, Maria? You didn’t tell me that initially,” he muttered, his voice low but laced with anger.
“Don’t shout at me! I was trying to help. Moreover, if I had told you, it wouldn’t change anything,” I shouted back, my voice trembling with the intensity of my emotions.
He nodded curtly, his face a mask of frustration a
