CARMEN’S POV

It was night already, and I had moved from the ground to the edge of the bed, staring at nothing and feeling sorry for myself.

Then I heard the sound of the latch being unlocked. The door swung open and it was the same blonde servant with the mean mouth and the eyes that could slice through glass. She didn’t even bother knocking.

“Master Rhysand is asking for you,” she announced

I looked up slowly, because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how ...