Raven’s POV
I felt the burn again. My skin is searing, the heat crawling through every inch of me like fire licking at my insides.
I tried to move, but my body was trapped in the fire, locked in place. My vision swam—shadows and light blending together, dark edges forming in the corners of my mind.
It was too much. Too much to bear.
“Raven?” Rowan’s voice was distant, but I could hear the worry in it, pulling at me. His hand on my forehead felt cold against the heat radiating from me. “Hold on, Raven. Stay with me.”
I wanted to speak, to tell him I was fine, but my mouth refused to form words. I barely had the strength to keep my eyes open.
Liora’s voice joined the fray, sharp and strained. “She’s burning up again. We can’t—”
I couldn’t listen to her anymore. The heat was consuming
