I closed my palm tightly into a fist, pressing my hand hard against my side as if I could physically hide the lingering warmth of the silver mana from the universe. My heart pounded against my ribs like a muffled drum. It healed itself. It literally sewed itself together.
Before the panic could pull me under, I took a long, trembling breath and hurried out of the quiet vanity alcove, stepping into the sunlit grand corridor.
"Elara!" I called out.
The petite girl with the soft silver hair stopped mid-step at the end of the hall. She turned, her wide violet eyes lighting up the exact moment she saw me.
"Seraphina!" Elara shrieked, her voice echoing off the vaulted stone ceilings.
