Chapter 7 : ASHER

The sound of birdsong woke me. I cracked my eyes open with a groan. “Maeve , you forgot to close the window—”

As I took in my surroundings, my words stopped short, and I scrambled to an upright position.

This was not my room. And this was definitely not my bed. It was way too big and way too comfy.

Sleek, modern furniture filled the space. A pewter gray chaise lounge sat beneath the window, while the walls on either side were made up entirely of bookshelves stuffed to the gills with leather-bound tomes.

I lifted a hand to my aching head, feeling like I’d consumed...