24
Amber
Once more, I woke up in a different place. I was sick and tired of being knocked down and waking up somewhere else. Though I knew this place. It was my bedroom at the White Palace. Had I died and this was my version of heaven?
I rolled onto my side, and pain shot down my back. No, dreams weren’t supposed to hurt this bad.
Cade was sleeping right beside me in my bed—that part was just like a delicious dream.
The fierce king of the Winter Court looked so peaceful with his gorgeous face relaxed, his long white hair a mess across the pillow, and his arms tucked under his head. Though his body—bare chest and fitted white trousers—screamed sexiness.
Was it true? Had he told the truth to Grimmel, or had he just bluffed, trying to find some kind of opening? I did feel an inexplicabl
