Selena's POV
The first thing I felt was pain.
It spread through my chest like fire, burning every inch of me. My throat was tight, and my limbs wouldn't move. I tried to open my eyes, but the light stabbed through my skull like knives. I groaned softly, barely able to breathe.
Then I heard voices. Distant. Muffled. Like I was underwater.
"She's waking up."
That voice—I recognized it. Cold. Sharp. Magnus.
I blinked, forcing my eyes open. The room was dim, lit by the soft glow of candlelight. Shadows danced on the walls, and the air smelled of herbs and something stronger—something darker. I wasn’t in the packhouse. I wasn’t in the infirmary either.
I was somewhere else.
"Where..." My voice cracked, barely a whisper. My lips were dry and cracked.
Magnus stepped into view, his expres
