Morgana’s POV
A sharp, searing pain tore through Morgana’s body, dragging her back to consciousness. The cold, hard tile beneath her cheek sent a shiver through her, and as she tried to move, a deep ache pulsed through her limbs. Her fingers twitched, brushing against the overturned bowl she’d dropped before everything had gone dark.
She groaned, rolling onto her back, staring at the ceiling through hazy vision. What the f**k just happened?
Then, like a bolt of lightning, the memory slammed into her. The curse. The break. The feeling of something being violently ripped from her magic.
“No,” she whispered, forcing herself upright, her body protesting every movement.
Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she reached for the connection, searching—which one had shattered? But all she
