Aria’s/Lysara’s POV

Eira helped me off the wall when the others left, dragging me to the bathroom. I rested against the wall, still guiding my breath with my palm on my chest, as Eira filled the bathtub with ice. Vyxen’s saliva, slimy, still stuck to my eyes, gluing my eyelids in place, closing off one eye.

“I warned you, but you wouldn't listen, Lysara,” Eira muttered, scolding me gently as she dragged me from the wall and into the bathtub.

I had always come alive in warm water, ...