Maeve
Una waved the young girl who had set the tray on the end of my bed away with a smile and followed her to the door. Una closed it, turning the lock. I felt a wave of adrenaline prickle across my skin at the sight, fight or flight awakening as the lock clicked into place.
I felt as though I had been ripped apart. My skin ached, if that was even possible. Whatever had happened in the circle, whatever I had seen, it had disappeared in an instant, and I had woken up in one of the towers, surrounded by strangers.
The explanation sounded simple. I had invoked the power of the Moon Goddess, something only White Queens were supposed to be able to do. It had almost killed me. And the ring sitting on my bedside table was, at least according to Una and Tasia, the only reason I was still alive
