Chapter Sixty-Three: The Morning Lecture
The golden glow of the late spring morning filled the breakfast room with a warm, cheerful light. The large French doors were wide open to the terrace, letting in the sweet scent of blooming lilacs and the distant, crisp smell of the Hudson River.
I sat at the long mahogany table, staring down at my plate of fluffy pancakes and fresh berries with a look of absolute horror. Usually, Blessing’s cooking was my favorite part of the day, but right now, the mere sight of the maple syrup made my stomach do a violent, terrifying flip.
I grabbed my glass of ice-cold water, pressing it against my burning forehead, praying the sudden wave of nausea would pass before anyone noticed.
Alexander sat directly opposite me, looking sharp, powerful, and entirely t
