The pull tugged at my ribs, wound itself around my spine, until I could barely breathe past the desperate need togo, to follow whatever invisible thread had wrapped itself around my soul.
My pace quickened. It wasn't a choice anymore. Instinct, raw and undeniable, sang through my blood like a siren's song I couldn't ignore.
I found myself at the base of a spiraling staircase, its steps carved from the same luminous stone as the walls.
I went up, my hand tracing the banister as I climbed. Each step seemed to echo with a resonance that went deeper inside me, a vibration I felt in my bones.
That pull grew stronger with every step I ascended. By the time I reached the upper landing, my breath came in short gasps that had nothing to do with the climb and everything to do with the desperate need clawing at my chest.
A long corridor stretched before me, lined with doors of dark wood, but my focus narrowed to a single point. The door at the very end of the hallway.
My feet carried me forward, past door after door, until I stood trembling before the one that called to me like coming home.
I gasped when the door clicked open and swung wide.
The bed chamber beyond was all dark wood and rich fabrics that spoke of masculine power. A fireplace carved from midnight marble dominated another wall, cold now but bearing the scars of countless fires.
A bed carved from black oak, twisted into spiraling patterns that reminded me of thorns. Deep burgundy curtains hung from the canopy made of heavy velvet that absorbed light rather than reflecting it.
When I stepped inside, the scent of sandalwood and leather hit me, along with something darker.Primal.
Something that made my pulse skip and my skin flush with recognition, even though my mind couldn’t catch up.
That scent wove into every fiber of the air…
And the truth came to me like it had with everything else.
This was his room.
The realization crawled up my spine like ice water, raising every hair on my body until my skin felt too tight andtooaware.
The mark burned now as recognition bloomed, pulsing in time with my thundering heartbeat. Knots twisted my stomach, and cold sweat broke across my skin. Yet it almost, eerily, felt natural to be here.
The room seemed to breathe around me, watching, waiting, as if the very walls held memories of what happened within them.
What happened between him and me.
The man I couldn’t remember.
No. Not aman. Wolfe was Fae.
Heir to the throne of Galaythia
I never imagined such a thing when I suspected my family keeping secrets from me. Though, to be fair, they didn’t know about Wolfe.
I drew in a breath and crept inside the chamber, moving over to the table by the window. I picked up a pen holder and admired the intricate designs of symbols.
“It’s nice to see you in here,” came a gentle voice from behind me.
I turned to find Arielle standing in the doorway, a small smile on her mouth, her eyes bright with something like hope.
I straightened and set the pen holder down. “I’m back.”
Arielle stepped closer. “You are.”
“How long have I been here? Feels like I slept for a while.”
“It took us about ten minutes to get back, but you’ve been sleeping for almost a whole day.”
