Ciara's POVI woke to unfamiliar softness.For a moment, I lay still, disoriented, staring at a ceiling that was not mine. Dark wooden beams crossed overhead, and between them, painted constellations gleamed in silver leaf.The bed beneath me was too large, too warm, the sheets too fine. Nothing about this room belonged to my father's house.Then memory returned in a rush. The rejection. The snow. Draven's black eyes looking down at me.I sat up too quickly. Pain lanced through my temples and my body screamed in protest. Every muscle ached like I had been beaten, and my fingers and toes burned with a terrible pins-and-needles sensation that made me gasp."Careful, miss."A young woman appeared at my bedside, her hands gentle as she eased me back against the pillows. She wore a simple gray dress with a white apron, her dark hair pulled back in a neat braid. A maid."Where..." My voice came out hoarse, raw. "Where am I?""Lord Draven's residence, miss." She poured water from a crystal p
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