Chapter 55 Plans for Sacrifice

Amara’s POV

I was still in pain.

The mark on my arm continued to throb with heat, like fire creeping under my skin, even hours after I woke up screaming. Even though Mira had carefully wrapped it in herb-soaked linen, the sting and the murmurs persisted.

My hands were shaking in my lap as I sat...

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