Amara’s POV
Warmth.
It encircled me like a tight blanket that I was unable to remove. My body was bathed in sweat, shivering behind luxurious furs. My lungs felt like they were on fire with every breath. I attempted to move and open my eyes, but the darkness restrained me.
Maybe it was something much worse, but I was stuck in a dream.
"Amara..."
A voice reverberated in my mind, sharp as glass and sweet as honey. It slithered around my mind like smoke. I let out a whine.
"Amara," the voice said quietly once more. "I recognise you. I understand you. I own you."
I croaked, "No," but I wasn't sure if I said it or if it was just in my head.
The voice, which was now closer, stated, "You don't have to suffer." They'll give their lives for you. The combatant. The prince. Unless you give me
