(POV Rhea)
The sound of rain was the first thing I heard. Then… silence.
I opened my eyes slowly and realized I was lying on a narrow bed made of old wood, the blanket smelling of smoke and rain. On the other side, pale light seeped through the window curtain, illuminating a room I didn’t recognize—stone walls, wooden floor, damp air that smelled like metal and incense. Unfortunately, I wasn’t exactly in the right state to think straight after what happened last night.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp sting shot through my shoulder, making me wince in pain.
Something was wrong.
The pain felt… alive. Every time I inhaled, there was a faint vibration under my skin—not from my heartbeat, but from the wound on my shoulder.
I quickly pulled the blanket aside. A strip of white gauze was wrap
