Nyx's POV
I woke before dawn.
The room was cold, the fire having burned out sometime in the night. I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence, and tried to remember the last time I'd slept alone.
Months. It had been months since I'd had a bed to myself. Even before Warrick's chambers, I'd shared sleeping quarters with my family, then with other prisoners.
I should have been relieved. No one's arm across my waist. No one's breath on my neck. No one's heartbeat under my ear.
I wasn't relieved.
The thin blanket did little to ward off the chill. I pulled it tighter around my shoulders and watched my breath mist in the air. Someone had forgotten to stock the wood for my hearth, or maybe they just hadn't bothered. I was the Lake Pack healer now, not the woman who'd been s
