MIRA'S POV 

I sat up patiently as the priestess changed my bandages, trying not to wince when her fingers brushed too close to the tender wound. My jaw tightened, but I forced myself to remain still, watching her hands with narrowed eyes. Even though I was now fully conscious and my wound was healing, it was still a bit slower than it should have been, and that irritated me.

"It might be Ravenna's influence," Zaram said in my head, her voice calm but edged with suspicion. 

My brows furrowed. "But she said she'd help me," I whispered back. "Shouldn't this have been gone by now?" 

Zaram remained silent, and as...