10
I awoke the next morning to find the door to my bedroom open and the sound of bustling ringing from downstairs. My old clothes from last night were still on, so I flung aside the sheets and walked out onto the balcony. The smell of sizzling breakfast came to my nostrils and I eagerly inhaled the wonderful scents.
Tristan appeared in the foyer beneath me and looked up. His dazzling golden eyes were a beautiful reminder of the strange world in which I found myself. “Good morning. How are you feeling?”
I stretched my arms above my head and winced. “A little sore from my rough landing, but my ankle feels better.”
“Would you like to take a bath before breakfast?”
A smile stretched across my lips. “Do I ever.”
Tristan gestured to the hall from which he had emerged. “If you would
