Ember Frost’s POV

When I finally managed to open my eyes, I had no idea how long I’d been out.

The night outside the balcony was pitch black, and the only light in the room came from a few flickering candles. The wax must’ve been mixed with herbs, because the room carried a strange blend of sweetness and something else, almost bitter.

“Hello…?” My voice startled me. It came out rough and broken, like metal scraping against stone.

I reached for the cup of water beside my bed ...