Amara’s POV
I screamed as I woke up.
As though it had been imprisoned for days, the voice tore from my throat. Sharp, terrified breaths surged and sank in my chest. My skin was wet. My wrist was scorched by my mark, which felt like it was on fire.
"Amara! "
I was contacted first by Rowan. He took hold of my hand. It's alright. You're secure.
He was closely followed by Kian. "What took place? Are you in pain? "
I was unable to respond. I was having trouble breathing. The memory from the spirit realm clouded their faces, both of them.
Kian's chest being touched by Rowan's hands—the blood—my scream.
"No!” I yanked my hand away from Rowan and yelled. When Kian attempted to touch me, I pulled him away.
Both of them froze.
"Don't." My voice faltered. "Avoid touching me."
Rowan took a
