Alora’s POV

“Wake up! Wake up!! Wake up!!!” Nyx’s voice echoed in my mind as I turned and stretched on the king-sized bed, my hands instinctively searching for Morgan, as his scent wrapped around me like a cloak. “Where was he”?

I winced at the sun filtering in through the curtain as my eyes adjusted to the room.

When my eyes finally opened, I gasped at who I saw.

Violet was standing beside my bed, arms crossed, her cold brown eyes staring down on me like a ghost.

I blinked, ...