Chapter 12I woke with a start as I heard the door to my room open and shut quickly. And loudly.
“You don’t have to slam the door, Darce,” I groaned as I pushed myself up from the foreign pillows. At some point during the night I had made a nest of them and slept at the center. Definitely wasn’t used to having a king-sized bed to myself, that’s for sure. I tugged my body free from my comforter, wiggling my legs from its cocoon and felt the shock wash over me when I realized it wasn’t Darce at the door.
It was a woman.
“What is this?” She asked, lifting my sock between her forefinger and thumb.
Despite the disgusted look on her face, she was as attractive as her male counterparts. Her hair was a wild, fire red, tied back by a golden strand of ribbon. Some of the strands seemed to ripple
