I was on the bed, twisted in the sheets. The room had been put back together and someone had tucked me in. Cringing at how I’d practically thrown myself at Mace, I thought of the night before and wanted to scream. I moved my head and almost hurled. Nausea was not my friend. I nearly tripped detan...
Stiffly, I stood from my crumpled position on the floor, but I was calm—we all were now. “What the hell was that?” I asked. “Cinnamon sang us a damn lullaby,” Sage answered. “You know, the Sleeping Beauty variety.” “Please te...