Chapter 12

Feyre’s POV

I lay quietly on my bed, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Mishka snored lightly from the bed next to mine. She’d come back much later than I had and called out to me. I’d pretended to be asleep though, unable to face anybody just yet.

I didn’t think I could form a coherent sentence without dissolving into pathetic tears and I was sure Mishka had her own woes to tend to considering she was coming back almost seven hours later after being called away first.

I’d been awake all night, unable to get a wink of sleep. Every sudden sound made me jump, ever terrified that it was the Lycan King coming to vandalize me again. The one time I’d fallen asleep, Xaden’s arms and one good eye had jerked me awake with a choked scream. I was lucky Mishka had been deeply asleep, pulled underneath by her own exhaustion. Ever since then, I remained awake, the jarring memories of the event replaying over and over again in my head. I’d showered after limping back to my room, but I still