Amara’s POV
I opened my eyes to the gentle glow of the candles. My limbs were tired and heavy, and everything seemed blurry. My chest ached dullly but persistently, as if something had broken inside of me and would not go away.
"Amara..." a quiet voice said quietly.
As I looked around, I noticed Kian seated next to me. Despite their weariness, his glittering eyes were worried. Taking my hand, he placed it to his lips gently.
"You're awake," he said softly as he ran his touch over my skin. "Grateful to the moon."
I had a dry throat. "What took place?"
"We succeeded," Kian said quietly. "The ceremony was successful. The curse has been lifted.
I whispered, "But it's not gone," recalling the burning sensation and excruciating pain of the mark on my back. "The power seems to have grown s
