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The sound of birds chirping so loud greeted my morning, I blinked my eyes to see the morning view from this room while a great pain pressed against my neck and head. Resentment overtook me when I remembered what happened to me last night, what I had done in Rhysand's secret room which was so dirty and disgusting, and what he had done to keep me from being conscious.

I tried to get up after massaging my head and neck tightly. It's not of much use, but it will help me a little.

I sat up on the bed, and I can't think of a way to get out of this hell that is clad in beauty. My head hurts so bad, and I don't know if its uselessness to think is because of the pain or because I'm stupid. Looks like number two is the correct one.

I'm not refused or denying anything. I should have always had to do something based on my gut feelings and instincts, but my heart has always found a way to control my entire reaction to him, what to do with him, and to believe that my fall for him was something beau