Chapter 317

• Orian's pov
• My wife's name and the word surprises should be synonymous. From following me around and trusting me when we first met to popping out of old cupboards and ruining my foster mother's stuff with the debris of the broken things around her, a bloody nose, and snacks in her lap.
• It would have been a comical sight if Penelope, my foster mother wasn't there and if I wasn't currently fussing around Amara trying to heal her wounds as panic coursed through me on seeing her injuries. I prayed for the wounds to heal knowing my powers were diminishing and I was getting weaker by the day because of reasons known to me alone that I haven't shared with anyone.