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And I was an immortal, I didn't fear.
My stomach twisted in on itself and acid scraped the back of my throat.
All I could think…
How could she have just vanished without a trace?
CHAPTER 6
RUNE
The bed I woke up in wasn't familiar. Neither was the sunlit view of the outside streaming through the window to my left.
I sat up, bleary-eyed, staring around the unfamiliar room. It was lavish, the sheets bunched at my waist were made of silk, and there were fine rugs all over the gleaming wooden floor. The end tables next to the bed were marble and the light hanging above me was a chandelier. I tried to rack my memory for where I could be. I remembered going to the ceremony to meet Alistair, my fated mate…but everything was a blur after that. Did I drink too much? I could only remember a few sips of champagne because I’d been so nervous. So that idea didn’t feel right.
My eyes widened as I remembered the beautiful woman who'd kept me prisoner. She called herself a queen? And then Alistair…he'd appeared in the doorway while she left the house. He’d saved me.
Warmth flooded my heart at the idea he was already so caring when I’d just met him, but why did that idea feel so wrong as well?
Just then there was a knock on the door, and I stiffened, dread flicking through my insides. After taking Alistair’s hand, everything had gone blank again. I didn't understand why there were so many glitches in my memory.
"Sweetheart, it's me,” Alistair said gently through the door.
I glanced down at what I was wearing, grimacing when I saw the unfamiliar silk nightgown I’d somehow ended up in…that showed way too much of my body. I glanced around the room for a robe, but I couldn't find anything.
Okay, he was my mate…this wouldn’t be a big deal. I anxiously tugged at my hair, trying to smooth it down.
"Come in," I responded finally. I winced at the squeak in my voice.
The door opened and Alistair’s handsome face peeked in. He shot me a bright smile. "There's my gorgeous girl," he purred.
I smiled back hesitantly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned.
"Offkilter. Confused. I—can't remember anything."
His eyes brightened for a moment, like he was excited about that. But then he quickly shuttered his emotions and his features sombered.
“We had just met at the party when the fae invaded and stole you away. I’ve been searching for you for over a year."
I reared back, pulling the sheet up to my chin, nausea building up inside of me.
"A year?" I gasped. "But all I remember is a day." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember…anything. But every time I tried, sharp pain would snarl at my brain.
"How did I lose a year of my life?" I whispered hollowly.
Alistair approached and tentatively sat on the edge of the bed. I tried not to flinch away from him, not understanding why I was feeling like this. I guess it was probably because I’d fucking lost my memory. I'm sure the elation I'd felt when I first saw him would hit me again. I studied his face, noting the exquisite beauty of his features. I just needed to get to know him. I mean here he was, my knight in shining armor, having risked his life to get me back.
Those feelings would come again.
Right?
I turned away and stared blankly at the wall, a flood of emotions threatening to drown me.
"I'm so sorry this happened, Rune," he murmured to me sympathetically, reaching out and pulling my still clenched hand away from my chin and the sheet it was holding.
I reluctantly turned back to him, wishing I was alone…and I jumped when I saw the heat in his gaze as he greedily racked his eyes over my skimpy nightgown.
