Chapter 14 The Memory Beneath The Skin

• The night after the attack, Mira didn’t sleep easily.
• Even with the thick velvet curtains drawn across the balcony doors and the heavy lock engaged, she kept glancing toward them, half-expecting another shattering of glass, another set of glowing eyes in the dark.
• Cassian had insisted she take the east wing chamber the one farthest from the outer gates. The bed was absurdly large, the kind of luxury she’d never imagined for herself, draped in silks the color of wine. It should have felt safe, it should have felt like a fortress. Instead, it felt like a cage gilded in moonlight.