[Lyra’s POV]
I woke up expecting the familiar, biting cold of the damp earth and the sharp ache in my spine from sleeping on rocks.
Instead, I was completely engulfed in a cloud of warmth. I opened my eyes slowly, my amber irises adjusting to the bright morning sunlight streaming through massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows. I was lying in a bed the size of a small cabin, wrapped in sheets made of silk so fine it felt like water against my skin.
The events of the previous night came crashing down on me like a falling boulder. The stolen bread. The terrifying hybrid Prince. The feral wolves. And the blinding, unbelievable kindness of the White Queen.
I sat up abruptly, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. I was in the royal guest wing of the Blood Moon castle. And I was mated to th
