Chapter 112

• Zara’s POV
• The smoke had clung to my skin, its bite like hot needles, but it hadn’t burned. Not the way it was supposed to. My feet slid back into my shoes, the laces tightening like armor. When I sat down again, I could feel their eyes on me—waiting for me to wince, to falter, to cry out that the heat had blistered me. But there was nothing. My skin was cool. Whole. Untouched.
• I sank into my seat, spine straight, and let my gaze wander around the circle.