Verity's pov

Warmth.

That was the first thing I felt. A soft cocoon of heat wrapped around me, the kind that made my body sink deeper into the mattress. It was strange, because the last I remembered I had been in the library—cold stone beneath me, shadows pressing in, the echo of Veyran’s name circling in my mind.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, the haze of sleep slowly fading, and I found myself staring at a ceiling I didn’t recognize. It was carved with dark wood beams, strong and ...