Kaira slowly opened her eyes. Morning sunlight streamed in through the arched windows of her bedchamber. The rays splashed onto the tiled floor and across the richly embroidered blue tapestry covering her. She stared at the colors as they shimmered back at her. The air was still and quiet. As her senses awakened more, she thought she could smell the light fragrance of lavender. Wearily, she closed her eyes, letting her body sink blissfully deeper into the luxurious bed.

She fell into a state of shock while sitting on Birjanji’s back on the long ride back to the Luthanian castle. Even now, she wondered if she still wasn’t in the barren tower room and this was only a dream she was having. She felt the pillow beneath her head. No. Lance came for her. They rescued the cubs. She saw men killed in...

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