Sovia’s POV
“Sovia! Wake up!” A soft voice echoed inside my head.
“You have to fight!”
My eyes snapped open, expecting to see the person speaking, but there was nothing.
The room was quiet. Not a single soul in sight. A sharp scent of herbs and medicine twirled through my senses.
“How did I get here?” I mumbled, pressing against the side of my head. A low ache formed.
Slowly, everything started coming back.
Assassins from Darkraven had come after me. Prince Zadekiah saved me.
And the way he stared at me—that murderous smirk—made my insides curl up nervously.
The door opened. Lydia came inside holding a tray of food. Her red hair was knotted up into a ponytail, and she was dressed formally.
“You’re awake. Good. I was beginning to lose faith in those healers.”
I stared at h
