FELDA

I couldn’t stay still. My chamber felt smaller with every breath I took. The walls, the air, even the moonlight pressing through the window, all of it made me restless.

My hands kept going to my hair, pushing it back again and again. The strands were starting to tangle from how hard I pulled.

Rowan kissing Isolde wasn’t even my real problem. My real problem was Daze.

All my efforts to reach him, to talk to him, had been useless. He ignored my letters, my messengers, my magic ...