MIRABEL POV.
“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.”
A freezing bucket of water slammed against my skin, dragging me from the haze of unconsciousness.
I didn’t remember falling asleep. I had fought to stay awake, to resist, but the injection had won.
A figure loomed above me, his face hidden behind a smooth, expressionless mask. His gloved fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze—or whatever lay behind that eerie disguise.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked. “Hope you had a good rest.”
I yanked my face away, glaring at him. “Really? What do you think?”
He let out a breathy chuckle, standing up and dusting off his palms as if this was just another chore. “Judging by that attitude, I would say… not great.”
“What do you want?”
He stretched, rolling his shoulders
