Chapter 18
SolenneBoxon Hill
Marechal House - Solenne’s Bedroom
Sleep remained elusive, despite exhaustion. Solenne lay in bed, watching dust motes drift through the air. Her mind felt too full to concentrate on reading one of the numerous books stacked next to her bed. She kept replaying Alek’s words and actions. Her fingers drifted to her lips, swollen and tender.
At some point, she must have drifted off to sleep because she woke in a sweat. Her entire body ached. Fumbling at her bedside, she knocked over the glass of water. The room was too bright.
Pain rippled through her stomach. Stumbling on one good foot to the half-bath attached to her room, she kneeled on the tiled floor. The cool porcelain tiles soothed her heated skin.
This wasn’t right.
AleksandarBoxon
Vervain Hall
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