Chapter 74

Iris

My arms feel like overcooked spaghetti. The kind you overboil, forget in the pot, and then try to salvage by drowning in tomato sauce.

That is my entire body right now.

My legs? Wobbly. My spine? Bent. My brain? Leaking out of my ears.

Caspian’s training is brutal.

It’s not even the magic that’s the problem—it’s the discipline. The repetition. The way he drills me again and again through spel