Chapter 17
“Wake up!” A female’s voice grazed over my ear, her hand on my shoulder, shaking me.
It took me a few seconds for my thoughts to slide back into place. The palace, the princes, Luther… “Dana?” I groggily asked, rubbing my eyes.
Someone was standing over me in bed, the dark stealing her features, leaving the hair on my nape bristling.
“Get up, Guendolyn. Fast!” Terror pulsed behind her words.
“Wait, you’re not Dana.” Or Livy. Panic slammed into my chest like I’d been hit by a wrecking ball, tearing the sleep from my head.
“Who are you?” Had Luther left the door unlocked?
She straightened her posture, revealing a lithe body, standing tall, six-foot or six-foot-one. A flash of silver glinted in her eyes, and something familiar came to me, but I just couldn’t place who I was
