Chapter 35: Where Am I?
Elara’s POV
Warmth.
Not the brutal heat of a battle.
Not the searing pain of broken bones.
Something soft. Steady. Strange.
I groaned, my throat raw, my limbs aching as I tried to move, but the softest, warmest blanket weighed down on me. Or was it wings? Gods, I didn't know anymore.
Every breath hurts. Every muscle screamed.
But at least…
At least I wasn’t dead.
Probably.
Maybe.
I cracked one eye open, squinting against the low, golden light spilling through a giant window overhead. Rich curtains. Marble walls. A high, arched ceiling I didn’t recognize.
Where the hell...?
Panic surged through my chest. I tried to sit up, but my body protested violently, and I flopped back down onto whatever ridiculously soft bed I was on with a pitiful wheeze.
That’s
