Annalise’s POV
Warmth.
That was the first thing I felt. Too much warmth. Soft sheets, smooth silk against my skin, the weight of a heavy blanket pressing down. My lashes fluttered and my heart jumped.
This… this wasn’t the carriage.
It didn’t smell like Ronan’s pack as well.
My eyes shot open.
I sat up with a gasp, my breath catching in my throat.
A canopy of silver-threaded fabric loomed overhead, draping down in flowing elegance like stars.
Gold pillars framed the bed I was lying on.. it was far too large, far too grand for me.
And then.. horror struck me.
I was wearing something else.
My hands clawed at the neckline of the gown, fabric I didn’t recognize.
My cute blue tonic was gone. Someone had changed me.
Panic burst through my chest, sharp and merciless.
I swung my
