Chapter 22 First Lesson

• Elara
• I shivered against the sudden cold, my body revealed to the chilly morning air in nothing but my thin, silky pajama set. But Grace didn’t seem to care about my discomfort—if anything, she just seemed to revel in it.
• In a flash, she was already at my closet, flinging the doors open and rifling through my clothes. Dresses, blouses, and skirts were tossed haphazardly over her shoulder, sailing through the air before falling into a heap on the floor.