The blows pierced my dream like a hammer against glass.

Christabel I groaned into the pillow, my voice muffled and thick with sleep That's enough.

But the knocking didn't stop. Instead, a voice filtered through the heavy wooden door.

—Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.

Enzo.

I opened my eyes with a start, my heart leaping in irritation. I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows, and squinted, surveying the room with a distasteful expression.

I had been there for three days, and that place still d