Chapter 26
Lyra woke up slowly.
For a few seconds, she had no idea where she was.
The room was quiet.
Warm sunlight—or whatever passed for sunlight in Hell—filtered through the enormous windows, casting a soft golden glow across the room.
She stared at the ceiling.
Then she remembered.
Hell.
Lucien.
The palace.
The king.
Damian.
Her eyes widened.
She suddenly sat up.
“I actually slept here.”
She looked around her enormous room.
The luxurious bed.
The chandeliers.
The beautiful curtains.
The flowers sitting beside the bed.
Everything still looked unreal.
Lyra climbed out of bed and walked toward the mirror.
Then she stopped.
She barely recognized herself.
Her hair had been washed the night before, and it now fell softly around her shoulders.
Her skin looked brighter
