A strange sensation tugs on the corners of my consciousness, though I ignore it for the distraction lying beside me. I reach for a stray strand of silver hair and— Someone clears their throat. My hand is suddenly beneath the pillow, gripping the hilt of Paedyn’s dagger before I’ve even turned toward the sound. But when my eyes crash into a dazzling green pair, I’m startled enough to stop and stare. The queen sits stoically in one of the plushy seats beside the stone fireplace, her gaze gleaming with amusement.
ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
