(Tyra's POV)
The soft clink of porcelain stirred me from sleep.
I blinked against the morning light spilling through the curtains before slowly pushing myself upright.
Freya stood beside the small dining table, carefully arranging a tray of breakfast. Steam curled from a pot of tea while the scent of freshly baked bread filled the room.
Sensing the movement behind her, she turned and smiled.
"Good morning, Miss Lily." She dipped into a small bow.
"Good morning," I replied, stretching the lingering stiffness from my arms.
"Your bath has already been prepared."
"Thank you."
I made my way into the bathroom.
Warm steam drifted through the room, fogging the mirror. As I began undressing, my eyes fell to the scar on my abdomen.
My fingertips brushed over it. An arrow.
Everything bef
