Ava’s POV
When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t in my chamber. The sheets under me were too coarse, the air too sharp with the faint bite of wolfsbane and herbs.
I blinked, pushing myself up slowly. Then it hit me.
This was the bed Lucas had been lying in.
For a second, I just sat there, confused. The last thing I remembered was sitting on the stool at his side, my hand wrapped tight around his, whispering to him that I wouldn’t let go. I hadn’t meant to close my eyes, hadn’t meant to rest. I’d promised myself I’d sit there all night if I had to.
But now, I was lying on the bed and he was no where in sight.
“Lucas?” My voice echoed loudly in the quiet chamber.
I swung my legs off the bed, wincing as my side protested and hurried out into the hallwa
