Chapter 107

• The healers worked tirelessly in the dimly lit chamber, their hands glowing faintly with magic as they hovered over Xander’s unconscious form. Amara stood near the foot of the bed, her arms crossed tightly as she watched their every movement. Xander’s breathing was shallow, his skin pale, and the sight of him in such a fragile state twisted something deep inside her.
• “He’s stable for now,” one of the healers said, wiping their brow. “But the poison from that rogue’s blade was potent. He’ll need time to recover.”
• “How much time?” Amara asked, her voice sharper than she intended.