Kalev’s POV
She was in the west wing when I found her. I was furious that no one had told me she’d woken up. I had wanted to be there when she did. Apparently, she’d been awake for a while.
Walking into the library, my eyes landed on her and I gasped.
The servants had done a good job. She looked like a completely different person. They’d bathed her and dressed her up. She wore a long dress that swept across the floor. Her hair was curled and piled on the top of her head.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who’d shot arrows across the beach.
Senna was sitting near the tall windows. Her posture was rigid despite the softness of everything around her. She didn’t look like she belonged there. She stared out the window, a hardened look on her face.
“You’re supposed to be resti
