Chapter Five
I wake up and something is wrong. There was a noise that woke me. Was there?
I’m in my bedroom, wrapped in one of the Palace’s amazing blankets that are both light as silk and warm as wool.
Why am I in my bedroom?
Oh yes. Last night. Storm. Lots of Storm.
Where is he? Why is my head feeling so heavy? Did I drink too much? Did we drink?
Strawberries. Yes, I remember those. But would they make my head feel like this?
There’s a strange taste in my mouth. Bitter.
My stomach lurches and I turn to one side, trying to stop the heaving. But too late, I empty the contents of my stomach onto the mattress. My puke is red. That can’t be a good sign.
Weakly, I try to sit up and call for help. I’m ill and I want someone here with me.
There’s a noise again, coming from the corner f
