SAVANNAH
I woke to cool air on my face, my body feeling like it was floating. The first thing my brain registered wasn't pain, surprisingly, but a refreshing chill—like sinking into a cool bath after running a marathon. A magical, almost-dying marathon. Which, for the record, I wouldn't recommend to anyone.
My eyelids felt like they'd been glued shut with industrial-strength superglue. When I finally managed to pry them open, I was in a shadowy room with heavy velvet curtains the color of bruised plums blocking most of the light. I was sprawled in this massive bed with slippery dark gray sheets. Winter Court. Right.
The air smelled different here—crisp and clean like the first snow of winter, with undertones of something ancient and magical that tickled my nose. Even the silence had tex
