AMARA’S POV

“I am sorry about your arm, Rose,” I said, my heart clenching at the sight of her handless arm. The wound had been cleaned, and it seems Althea’s magic managed to close up the wound completely. It is such a shame that her magic was not enough to regenerate a new hand.

Rose, always smiling, waved it off with the only hand she had left. “It’s fine. Things happen, I am actually quite grateful to be alive at least. I would not like to die until I see my son and husband get ...