YENA
I woke in the morning to a hesitant knock on the bedroom door.
Crawling out of bed, I had a vague memory of Nolan rising early and kissing me before he left. I wondered if he had gotten any sleep at all.
Rafaela was at the door. She pushed her way inside and shoved the door closed quickly, telling me she had urgent news.
“What is it?” I asked.
Her impulse to do her job was distracting her, though. She ran around the room and flipped on all the lights, making me wince and squint against them. Then she dragged me by the hand over into the bathroom, sat me down on a stool, and began running the hot water in the tub.
Then she told me what happened early in the morning.
Nolan had gone into a meeting with the King. And for whatever r
