AURORA'S POV
I woke up drenched in sweat, beads streaming down my face and neck, my hands trembling as if I had clawed my way out of a war and left thousands dead behind me. I shut my eyes tightly, rubbing my temples in small circles, but his face still flashed before me—his eyes dull, his mouth smeared with blood, his body cut to ribbons.
I shuddered.
If this was real, then I’d love to see his rotten corpse myself. A bitter chuckle slipped past my lips.
“She’s awake!” Sammy’s voice rang out.
I bolted upright, heart hammering, scanning the room. This wasn’t Damion’s chambers. Cold stone walls. Gold-draped curtains. The air smelled of lavender and iron.
Then she appeared—Sammy—with a tray so large it nearly dwarfed her. A crown rested atop her head. My crown.
The scent of food hit m
