Chapter 77 The Oath Of Eternity Broken (I)

• Zoey’s POV
• It takes me a minute to remember where I am.
• The ceiling above me is too high, the scent too unfamiliar, the sheets too bright to belong to me. I blink up at the bright room, at the warm afternoon glow seeping through the curtains, and only then do I notice the clothes scattered across the floor—shredded, tangled, thrown aside like they meant nothing. A thin, nearly transparent layer of fabric is the only thing covering my body, clinging to me like a whisper.