Chapter Seven: Reject Me

“How long have I been asleep?”

The question slips from my lips as I struggle out of bed.

“A little over a week.”

A week?

“I have never even had a nosebleed before,”

I mutter as my feet hit the cold floor.

A week has passed, and I am still in the silk gown, only now it is peppered in crimson droplets throughout its length.

“Wow, your regeneration must be fast despite the wolfsbane in your system; imagine how it will be without?”

I still at her cavalier words.

I am uncertain when she started writing, but she scribbles furiously on her notepad while addressing me, almost as though she is studying me.

“Wolfsbane?”

Did I mishear her?

“Yes! There was a ton of it in your system.”

If she knows that, then…doesn’t his majesty?

Good god, why is this happening?

I am almost glad I insisted she doesn’t call him, but how much time will prepare me for what he intends with me now that my cards are on the table?

“Is that why I collapsed?”

“Partly,”

She began.

“Well, I think so. You we