SOMA
I wake up with a jerk. Morning light spills in through the crack in the curtains, bathing every surface in the room. Oh, no. My heart pounds with fear. Sheila and Maeve won’t let me hear the end of it for waking up late. But as I take in my environment and the expensive nightwear I’m wearing, memories slowly slide in.
The ceremony. The Moon. The Goddess’ choice.
This is real. I’m still at the palace. It’s not a prank. Sliding off the bed, I stalk to the connected bathroom, splash water on my face, and run my fingers through my hair.
What happens now?
Back in the room, I change into the spare outfit the maid left for me and wait. It doesn’t take long for someone to knock, and Lilith enters with a different maid from last night. She’s with a tray, which she drops on the bed.
