“Miss Quinn?”
I could hear the voice, loud and clear yet it seemed to be at the back of my mind. The incessant throbbing in my head caused me to be unfocused and caused my gaze to settle on my fiddling fingers, a silver spoon in hand.
“Luna?” The head maid called out again, her voice filled with false concern, her hand was mid air as she reached for me but was too cautious to actually touch me.
I dragged my eyes to meet her and blew out a heavy breath.
“Please eat, it will help with the headache,” She said when she finally got my attention.
I brought my fingers to my temples, massaging as I observed the too bright bedroom I’d woken up in.
My sheets were spread on the ground and so were a few of my pillows, I woke up on the floor with no memory of how I ended up there. But everyth
