Chapter 117: Nyra’s POV By morning, I was convinced Mirna’s real power wasn’t healing but was torture disguised as medicine and healing.

I woke to the sound of clinking jars and the smell of something I was certain had been scraped from the bottom of a swamp. My body still felt sluggish, like my limbs were moving through thick mud, but at least my head wasn’t spinning anymore.

Unfortunately, Mirna took that as permission to descend on me like a wrathful goddess of herbal ...