Ember Frost’s POV

I went to check on Eira.

She had just regained consciousness a moment earlier. Her body seemed fine, but her eyes had taken the worst of the damage. She needed more time to heal, and the bandages couldn’t come off anytime soon. The thought of what her life might look like after this event left a heavy ache in my chest.

When I stepped into the room, she spoke before I even asked how she felt.

“Strangely enough… I can see perfectly well,” Eira muttered. “Even ...