Felicity's POV

The moment the door to my assigned chambers slammed shut behind me I lost control.

My hands swept across the vanity and sent bottles of perfume crashing to the floor. Glass shattered and the sickly sweet smell of jasmine filled the air but I didn't care. I grabbed the mirror next and threw it against the wall and watched it explode into a thousand glittering pieces.

She was alive.

Verity was alive.

Three years I had spent building my life and my position and my crown and now ...