Chapter 18

• Amara's Pov
• I took in her appearance. Brown hair with slightly visible white strands pulled back in a bun. She had on a black gown that was most common with witches and healers. I already sensed that she was supernatural. I gulped and sat up abruptly with a groan escaping my lips as I felt a searing sharp pain shoot through my entire being.
• "Easy dear." Her voice was calm. She pulled a chair from the bedside and moved to sit on it before me. I watched her warily wondering where I was and who she was. I shifted slightly, backing away from her. The sharp pain shot through me again and I squeezed my eyes shut trying to absorb it, "Calm down child."