I woke with my heart pounding like it had something urgent to tell me.
For a second, I just lay there, tangled in the sheets, trying to push away the lingering image of Elias's stupid face, his angry and almost confused expression, the way his hand had held mine tightly during that dance at the masquerade ball, the stubborn tilt of his chin as if daring me to look away first.
"Ugh," I muttered, yanking the blanket off like it was his fault. "Why do I keep dreaming about that goat?"
From the other bed, Freya glanced up from her phone with a scrunched brow. "What goat?"
"I think it's best you don't know," I grumbled, rubbing at my face. Honestly, I was annoyed at myself. Out of all the people I could waste brain space on, why Elias?
Freya sighed and flopped onto her side, holding up her phone. "Well, I have actual news. And you're not gonna like it."
My stomach sank, preparing for the worst. "What happened?"
