The morning sun hit the dark walls of the Obsidian Fortress, but it did nothing to melt the cold fear inside me.
My left shoulder was still stiff from Julian’s stitches, but I couldn't stay cooped up in his bedroom any longer. The air in his private quarters smelled too much like him. It made my head spin and reminded me of the terrifying truth I had discovered the night before—that the Alpha King had spent the whole night sitting on the cold stone floor just to keep me safe.
I needed to get away from him. I needed to see his world with my own eyes.
I dressed in a simple, long-sleeved gray top that completely hid my white silk bandages, paired with plain black trousers. The guards at my door didn't stop me this time. Julian must have given them new orders, because they simply stepped as
