Eliana POV
Pain woke me.
Not the kind that throbbed or stung. No, this one throbbed, glowed on inside the skin, as heat, on the hush of my own bones. I gasped and sat too suddenly up, to crunch back again as my sight turned.
The darkened room was scented with incense and salt; a silent sanctuary against external force. I was aware of the low tone of magical protection against the walls in carvings. There was the smell of lavender and acrid sage.
My hands ached.
I turned them over in front of me and froze. Angry red burns traced my palms and fingers, spiraling in patterns I didn’t recognize. My breath hitched.
That’s when I heard the voice.
“You survived what others couldn’t,” Selana said softly.
I jumped at the suddenness of her appearance. And she stood upon the borders of the roo
