Aria's POV
I barely remembered being carried back to camp. One moment, I was standing at the altar, surrounded by the stench of blood and death. The next, my body had gone completely limp, and strong arms had caught me before I could hit the ground.
My vision kept fading in and out. I heard voices around me, but they seemed to come from underwater.
"She's still breathing."
"Her pulse is too fast. Get the healer!"
"Move!"
I tried to open my eyes, but even that felt impossible. Every muscle in my body burned as though I had been thrown into a furnace. My veins felt like they were filled with fire, and beneath that fire was Viktor's blood.
He was dead, but whatever his blood had done to me hadn't died with him.
Aria. Lydia's voice trembled inside my head. Wake up.
I tried to reach fo
