One of the guards hurries ahead, stopping at a pair of doors a short distance down the hall. He opens the doors for the Ash King, then bows and stands aside. Ice forms in my stomach, chilling my nerves. Is my room next to the Ash King’s chambers? Right before going through the open doors, the Ash King looks at me, and the corner of his mouth twitches. The bastard put me on the same hall as him. I’m going to be living next door to the Ash King.
