Chapter 17

Abigail **WARNING: mild references to SA**

When I woke up, I was lying on a cold stone floor. A dry cold stone floor. I looked around and realized we were inside an almost empty room. Grayson was lying beside me, asleep.

Rose came over. “Thank the gods! You’re awake!” She gently hugged me.

“What happened? Where are we?” I asked as I sat up carefully.

“You were stabbed, and it was deep,” she explained. “Grayson saved you.” She paused. “Abby, did you know he had magic?”

My eyes widened. “No, I had no idea.” I looked at the man sleeping next to me. What other secrets did he have? I brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen into his face. So beautiful.

“Well, he does, and he’s powerful, according to Aryk. He just doesn’t know how to control it well, apparently, and healing you really took a lot out of him. He’s been asleep for over an hour.”

Aryk walked up to us. “Your sister is correct, Duchess. Your prince holds great power, and I don’t even think he realizes the extent of