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HEMERA’S POV
I groan softly and stretch my arms over my head as scalding water streams down my back. Ugh, I'm glad to be moving again, but damn, I'm so out of shape. Thankfully, Nia didn't have me train for too long, but it still left me sore. My body is not used to that amount of exercise. It didn't help that I was healing for a long time.
My eyes trail down to the bottom of the tub. I watch as the water swirls down into the drain and sigh. Will learning all this actually help me? I can barely move when vampires go 'feral.' How am I supposed to fight them?
I raise my arm and trail my finger over the glowing tattoo. Hemera's symbol. I have no idea why this appeared randomly. Nor do I know how it happened. But I do know that it glows brighter and heats up when I think about using my magic. Especially when I try to shoot light from every part of my body instead of just my hands. Just like what I did when I was about to die.