Chapter Twenty Two

Cyn.

I woke up to an empty spot in my bed. I could have sworn I went to sleep in his arms. It had seemed so real, but now I was wondering if I had imagined it all. But the soreness between my legs told a very different story.

Breakfast was served in a massive orangery. It was full of plants, flowers, and vines creeping along the walls. Despite it being a winter wonderland outside, the heat emanating from the floors created a toasty atmosphere inside that glass hall.

Anna led me to a long banqueting table, where there was an impressive, almost wasteful display of dishes on it. I had only seen this kind of spread offered by five star hotels or in luxury cruise liners. Not that I had been in any, only photos in magazines. I stared at the assortment of pastries and bread, fruit, doomed dishes of cooked food standing on electric warmers, jams, honey, and different cereals in tall

glass containers, but these, I only glanced at. What truly held my attention was the view from the glass wall