Chapter 39

Warm. It’s so soft and warm here.

I’m curled up on my side, cozy as a caterpillar wrapped up a cocoon of velvet sunshine, sleepily waking up to greet the new day.

It’s a new day.

I bolt upright in bed, the events before I passed out rushing back to me.

I was in a clearing in the forest with Felix. He kissed me. And he changed, or at least he appeared to – he became the figure from my dreams, the dark prince from Gran’s fairy tale.

What the hell is happening to me? Was I hallucinating? Having some sort of vision?

He called me a name – Odin or Onion or something – and then… nothing.

It all went black.

And now I’m back in my bedroom at home, far from the forest and the cabin and (hopefully) Felix.

He must have carried me here after I fainted.

What about my things though?