Chapter 106
Emilia's POV
I didn't even blink. I couldn't. I kept staring at Eira's body, which lay on the altar like a broken toy. She didn't move at all. I didn't groan. Her chest moved slightly, but that was the only thing that showed she was still breathing.
I put my hand on her arm. It was way too cool.
I said, "She's breathing," hoping it would help me feel better.
Mara remained still. She was still holding the silver bowl, but the water inside had turned into ice. No spell. No chant. Just ice. In summer.
"What is going on with her?" I asked.
Nobody answered.
A sudden strong wind blew through the trees and caused the grass to shake. An owl nearby gave a low, sad hoot. A cloud covered the moon, and for just a moment, everything was dark.
Then Eira spoke again.
A white and pur
