Chapter Fourteen
At first, everything is good. I’m in Frost’s arms, my head on his chest. I know it’s him because he smells of sea salt and waves. I’m warm and comfy. Safe. His breaths are deep and regular but too fast for him to be sleeping. If he knows that I’m awake, he doesn’t show it.
I could let the sound of his breathing let me lull back to sleep.
Then I remember what happened. Mum. Dad.
I sit up and jump out of bed. I need to save them.
“Wyn, wait!”
Frost is climbing out of my four-poster bed, looking tired. Did he stay awake while I was sleeping?
Wait, that’s not my bed. This isn’t my room. It looks like one of the guest rooms, decorated in the generic Palace style.
I must have damaged my own chambers so much that they’re no longer inhabitable. I should feel guilty, but al
