QUEEN AQUAMARINE'S POV
I woke up with a scream trapped in my throat.
But the sound never made it out.
Because I couldn't breathe.
Vines clung to my wrists, my ankles, my waist — hoisting me off the ground and suspending me in the air like some creature strung up for sacrifice. My back arched against the pull of the bindings. Every muscle strained. I could feel the pressure in my ribs, the stretch in my spine.
I was in a different cloth.
The covering was too thin. It looked like one of the short, see-through dresses I wear at Alexander's workshop.
My body tensed.
I didn’t put this on.
The memory hit next. The blade, the fall, Terran’s voice and his arms catching me.
"You should be grateful," came the voice, smooth as a blade sliding across skin.
Terran.
He stepped into view. He
