Elara's POV
"Elara… Elara!" Velora shouts.
I open my eyes again. I don't realize I've shut them until now.
Velora's eyes are on me, her hands holding my head like I've just resurrected. What if I have?
"Those eyes…" I mutter, my heavy breath drowning my voice.
I've been sweating before looking at the mirror, but now it feels like I'm bathed in it, my gown soaked as though the water from the pool has seeped through my consciousness.
I can't tell if anything is real at this moment. One minute, I'm staring into a large mirror, and the next, I find myself in a dark hall with werewolves patrolling—and then suddenly, I'm back in this underground room.
"Whose eyes… whose eyes are you talking about?" Velora presses, holding my head against her chest before turning her gaze to Caius. "What did you do to her?"
"It's a memory mirror. It's taking her on a trip through key events—important ones," Caius explains.
"But look at her!" Velora's palms keep wiping the sweat off my face.
