Hazel’s POV
A loud bang jolted me awake, like someone had kicked the door open and let it slam against the stone wall.
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow for half a second before the annoyance fully hit me.
Sunlight was already pouring through the windows, bright and unforgiving. My head throbbed a little from the crazy night, but the second I remembered everything—slapping the king, kneeing him in the balls, making him sleep on that tiny couch—a slow, satisfied grin spread across my face.
Then I heard her voice. That high, syrupy, nails-on-chalkboard voice.
“I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t touch her.”
My eyes snapped open. I knew that voice. The psycho lady in black from yesterday…the one the maids had been so scared of. The King’s mistress. Liora.
Something dark and wicke
