ANTALYAS POV

When I finally blinked awake, my head felt heavy and my throat was dry. Strange shadows danced on the dark, expensive walls. This wasnt my room at the academy. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, heart drumming in my ears.

A chair scraped. I snapped my gaze to the figure sitting in the cornerDominic. His eyes were ice-cold as he watched me.

Sleep well, Antalya? Dominics voice was smooth, lazy, but there was danger underneath. Or should I call you ...