Ella’s POV
The clinic smelled of herbs, burning sage, and something metallic—like the sharp tang of magic in the air. I sat on a stiff examination bed, arms crossed, legs dangling slightly above the floor. A healer stood before me, his fingers pressing coolly against my wrist as he murmured incantations.
This was the third healer to examine me.
The first two had already prodded, whispered among themselves, and then stepped back as if I might explode at any moment.
And now, this one was doing the same.
I sat there in silence, waiting for him to finish, my patience wearing thin.
The air around us hummed with energy as he channeled his magic through me, searching—probing.
For what?
Black magic.
Dark curses.
Something that would explain the impossible nature of my p
