Chapter 13

Ayana woke to the sound of Iezabel’s voice, eyes heavy with sleep. Her body throbbed all over, and even shifting her muscles caused her agony.

Instead of relieving the ache, her slumber had elevated it further.

She rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head.

“Your breakfast is ready, Lady Ayana.” Iezabel’s voice sounded beside her.

“Hmm.”

She did not feel like getting up. It took all her will to push aside the covers and climb to her feet.

She almost stumbled on the plush sheepskin carpet, but Iezabel grasped her hand.

“I’m tired.”

“I know.” Iezabel helped her toward the lavatory. “But the Commander might call on you anytime. You have to be ready.”

She released her grip and half-closed the door behind her.