Elara's POV
I wake up feeling like I’ve been turned inside out and reassembled wrong.
My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, but there’s something else—an energy thrumming beneath my skin that feels foreign. Electric. Like someone has replaced my blood with lightning.
For a moment, I don’t know where I am. The last thing I remember is pain. Andrew’s face as he watched me being beaten. The sound Luna made when she hit the wall. The taste of blood in my mouth and the growing certainty that I was going to die in that horrible room.
But I’m not in that room anymore. I’m lying on soft grass beneath towering trees, wearing clothes that feel like silk against my skin. The fabric is expensive—softer than anything I’ve ever owned. Above me, filtered sunlight dances through green leav
