Amara
I let out a guttural moan as I painstakingly tended to the raw wounds etched into my flesh, the stinging pain reverberating through my body. But my anguished cries were abruptly silenced as Magnus, with an air of quiet authority, strode into the room.
I scolded, my voice laced with annoyance, “You really should have knocked!”
He disregards my words. “Is the child alright?” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the tense silence.
“He is,” His eyebrow shot up in surprise as I pointed out that the child was indeed a "he."
“Are you being serious?” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if his words were delicate wisps of smoke, floating through the air with a hint of disbelief.
I sank my teeth into my quivering lower lip. “Absolutely. The healer’s skilled touch brought me r
