Aria Snow pov :
When I opened my eyes, the world was completely still.
The heavy Egyptian cotton duvet was pulled up to my chin, cocooning me in a suffocating layer of warmth. I didn't wake up with a gasp or a panicked heartbeat. For the first time since the Frost Lake, I hadn't dreamed of drowning. I hadn't dreamed of the icy water filling my lungs or the crushing weight of their rejection.
Instead, I had slept deeply, dreamlessly, wrapped in a blanket of three distinct scents: cedarwood, ocean breeze, and old parchment.
I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of the Rose Room. Slowly, the events of last night crashed back into my memory—the Blood Moon Ball, the black silk dress, the rogue attack, the blinding silver light that had erupted fro
