Chapter 14

Feyre’s POV

I was lying on my bed, flipping through my second book two days later when a knock came at my door.

Mishka was out getting her laundry so I was alone inside. I sat up on my bed with a frown.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open to reveal a maid.

“You’ve been summoned to the reception, Miss. You are to dress presentably and be there in five minutes.”

My hackles rose.

“Summoned by who?” I asked but she didn’t reply to me, closing the door with a click now that her message had been delivered.

I stared after her, my anxiety, an all too familiar companion these days, rising instantly.

I got out of bed, washed my face, and ran a brush through my black tresses before dressing in some sort of red lace teddy that made me blush to even look at. It had garters on the thigh with more straps around my back and waist. It came with a matching robe that didn’t do much for my modesty, as small and thin as it was. Still, I wrapped it around my body as best as I could. It wo