She jerks awake, disoriented. For a second, she fears that she is still in the forest, still being chased and hunted by terrifying beings until her mind registers that she is not in there anymore. She is on the softest bed and her head rests on the fluffiest pillow. The familiar scent of pine fills her nostrils and when she looks around, she is not on her bed nor is she in her room in the concubines' chambers.
Then it comes to her. Being immobilized by the forest obeying Prince Ornatak's command, the prince hovering over her, sick twisted want on his face as he looks down at her, him flying through the air right before he can touch her. Coldstrom.
She sits up abruptly on the bed and looks around wildly. She has never been to his bed-chamber but this must be it.
The walls are painted a
