Ember Frost’s POV

Mira took her time looking over every cut and bruise, her brow furrowed with concern. In the end, she let out a soft breath of relief. “Nothing deep,” she murmured. The injuries looked worse than they actually were, just surface scratches, terrible on the outside, but no real damage done.

My mother, meanwhile, was already fussing. She shoved a long list into Millie’s hands, all sorts of sweet-scented oils and strange herbs. Judging by the amount, I suspected I’d ...