Maeve woke up with a ringing in her ears.
She tried to get the grogginess out of her head and looked at her surroundings.
Lugh. He was sleeping on her right, they were together on a large bed in the Royal bedchambers.
What had he done? What hadn't he done? Her mind filled the silence with worst-case scenarios.
Her fingers brushed over the soft fabric of her dress, a foreign garment she didn't recognize. Someone had changed her, bathed her even. The thought made her feel exposed and vulnerable, though her body showed no signs of harm. Still, she couldn't shake the unease clawing at her.
She snuck to the window, the tower she was in was high above rocky cliffs and she felt the overwhelming need to come up with a plan before Lugh woke.
