MARION

“Mmm…” A low groan slipped from Demetria’s lips as she tried to move, only to cry out in pain. “Ouch!”

“Careful, Wildfire,” I murmured, standing quickly and leaning over her, trying to keep my voice steady.

Anastasia hovered on the other side of the bed, eyes wide and glistening as she stared down at her friend. She came in a few minutes ago.

It took a few moments before Demetria’s lashes fluttered open. Confusion clouded her face, her brows pinched, lips parted. She ...