Amara’s POV
The guest wing was a beautiful tomb.
It was silent, decorated in shades of expensive grey and cold silver that seemed to soak up the sunlight rather than reflect it. For three days, I had lived within these four walls, watching the world go by through a window that didn't open. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the boardroom. I saw the way Adrian looked at the tablet Serena had given him. I saw the way he had turned his back on me. The "Ice King" hadn't just returned; he had built a fortress of frost around his heart, and I was on the outside, freezing to death.
But this morning, the cold wasn't the problem.
I sat up in the massive, silk-sheeted bed, and the world immediately tilted. A wave of dizziness washed over me so suddenly
