Morning rays spilled into the room, bathing my face with warmness. I stirred beneath the soft duvet, expecting the throb of the severed bond to tear through my chest the moment I woke up.
Instead, there was only a dull ache. Dr. Elena’s tincture had done its job, but as I sat up, my mind instantly cleared, remembering where I was.
Bloodmoon territory. In Diego’s private estate.
I glanced to my left. On the bedside table sat a silver tray holding a fresh glass of water, a small glass vial labeled 'Elena – Take at Dawn', and a folded note. I reached out, unfolding the heavy cardstock to read the words;
'Your silver dress was beyond repair, mi reina. Wear what is in the wardrobe. Breakfast is served downstairs at eight. Don't be late. I dislike cold coffee and late guests.
— D.'
I stare
