Myra’s POV
When I woke up, the room didn’t look like mine. The bed was too big, the ceiling too high, and the curtains hanging by the window were taller than three Calebs standing on each other’s shoulders. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, my head still fuzzy, and hugged Petal close against me.
The bed made a soft whoosh sound when I bounced a little, it wasn’t squeaky like at home. A big rug stretched across the floor, so wide it could swallow my whole room. For a second, I thought about hiding under it and making a secret cave. But then I remembered Elijah and Caleb. Where were they? What if they were still in trouble?
My chest tightened. I squeezed Petal harder and whispered into her button face, “Don’t be scared. I’m not scared either. Maybe daddy’s here. Maybe the pretty
