Chapter 12

I don't sleep after Alpha Drogo leaves. How can I? My father just disowned me. I'm a rogue now. That word keeps bouncing around in my head like it's trying to make itself real. Rogue. Nobody. Nothing.

I get up and pace the room because lying in bed is making me feel worse. My feet are cold on the stone floor and I should probably put on slippers but I don't. The cold feels good. Reminds me I'm still here, still alive, even if I'm officially packless now.

There's a mirror on the wall and I make the mistake of looking at myself. The bruise on my face...