105 : Hatred

The journey to where Rhysand took me was a mass of hazy images, fragments of dreams in a wave of pain so terrible that ran through my body.

There is sound.

Voices I recognized, that were tinged with worry.

And then there are gentle strokes that touch my skin and over me until I fall back asleep and then Rhysand's warmth and voice is a whisper heavy against my skin, and then nothing.

When I opened my eyes again, confusion swept over me. I recognize the open ceiling and the scent of dark spices and pine lingering in the blankets tucked around me, but I can't remember how I ended up in Rhysand's room in the castle. My gaze shifted to the soft sunlight that was creeping in through the large window that was obscured by heavy silver curtains. The last thing I remember is Rhysand hugging me, and then everything is blurred in a broken image.

"Amanda?"

A sudden heartbeat hit my ribs, I turned towards a female voice.

Gabriella.

She stood up from the couch with a grand accent in this room. Her e