Maya
I gasped, my eyes flying open as consciousness slammed into me like a train. The room spun, dark tendrils of magic still clinging to the edges of my vision.
"What the hell?" I muttered, pushing myself up on shaky arms.
The last thing I remembered was... what? Hilda's face, twisted with malice? Allan's voice, calling out to me? It was all a blur.
I glanced around, taking in the opulent bedroom. Silk sheets, gilded furniture, a view of sprawling gardens through floor-to-ceiling windows. A gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.
"Okay, Maya," I said to myself, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "Time to get your s**t together and figure out what's going on."
As I stood, a wave of dizziness hit me. I stumbled, catching myself on a nearby chair.
"Whoa there," I mumbled. "Mayb
