Chapter 145 Her Accomplice

• ​Elara’s eyes flickered open, adjusting to the harsh, unforgiving light flooding the room. She tried to shift, but her muscles screamed, aching in all the wrong places. As she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, a sharp gasp escaped her lips; she stared down in panic at her hands, which were now covered in thick white bandages.
• ​“What…” she muttered, her voice a ghost of itself. She sat up abruptly, her gaze darting around the room until she recognized the familiar walls of her quarters and heaved a sigh of relief.
• ​“Lily!” she called out, but the name came out hoarse and strained. With great difficulty, she struggled to swing her legs over the edge of the bed just as the door clicked open. Lily walked in carrying a silver tray laden with a bottle of water and light refreshments.