Jolie pov

I woke up to Luna wiping blood off my face.

"Easy." She caught me when I tried to sit up too fast, her hands firm but gentle on my shoulders. "You passed out."

"How long?" My mouth tasted bitter. I swallowed hard, fighting the nausea rising in my throat.

"Twenty minutes." She helped me stand, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist for support. "Can you walk?"

I took a step. My legs held. Barely. The world tilted slightly, then righted itself.

"What's happening?" I asked, my voice ...