Emma's POV
The moment Master stormed out of the dungeon with Clark, my hands trembled. My breath came in short, sharp bursts as I turned to Andrea. She lay crumpled beside me, her face pale and motionless, her fingers wrapped around the shattered remnants of the green necklace she had yanked from my neck.
“Andrea,” I whispered, leaning closer. My voice broke as panic set in. “Andrea, wake up. Please… just say something.”
No response. The silence pressed against my ears. Fear clawing at my chest. “You can’t die on me, Andrea. Not here. Not now.”
She coughed—a weak, raspy sound that felt like salvation. Relief crashed into me like a tidal wave. My fingers strained against the chains, aching to reach her.
“Thank you, Moon Goddess,” I muttered, my voice shaking. But I didn’t have time to
