Amara’s POV
I was still in pain.
The mark on my arm continued to throb with heat, like fire creeping under my skin, even hours after I woke up screaming. Even though Mira had carefully wrapped it in herb-soaked linen, the sting and the murmurs persisted.
My hands were shaking in my lap as I sat in the healer's hut. I had a heavy head. My spirit was heavy.
With her arms folded and a worried expression on her face, Mira stood before me. "The connection is getting stronger," she remarked quietly. "The Hollow Witch... She is attempting to support you.
"I understand," I said. Once more, she appeared in my dreams. She showed me everything. She offered me a throne in exchange for the battle and death.
Mira's mouth tensed. She's attempting to control your will. The rest will fall away if she
