Kiara's POV
I had no clue when I'd passed out.
One second I was drowning in that memory—blood, screams, that lake, the witched—and the next…
…there was this soft, almost delicate 'tink… tink… tink…'
Like metal lightly tapping porcelain.
And the smell.Ufff! Like a warm hug on winter mornings
Tea.
My brain took a second too long to catch up.
Then it all hit at once…but in jumbles… like I was half drunk…
I shot upright with a sharp gasp, heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape. "Mat— Mat— baby—"
My voice came out hoarse, half-choked, still stuck somewhere between sleep and panic.
Everything felt heavy. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it repeatedly.
For a second, I didn't even recognize where I was.
Then my eyes landed on Lysander.Sitting beside my bed like an elegant, sovereign monarch.Of course he was… what was it he mentioned 'reigning High Fae'… Fuck!
