I wake up having barely slept. Once my reality sank in, my mind couldn’t stop spinning. Ambrose was right, I had a million questions, and I couldn’t wait to ask them.

I shoot out of bed, the maid already in my room and drawing a bath. I hop in quickly, scrubbing the night from my skin. I let her dress me and tie up my hair before I head toward the breakfast hall.

I can’t help my excitement. I feel like an idiot for not believing him but he’s something ...