Chapter 126

*Elora*

I knew this wasn’t real the moment I opened my eyes.

The air didn’t breathe right. It felt too smooth, too still. The scent was faint—lavender and parchment, like old books and pressed bedsheets. The lighting glowed gold, but no sun filtered through the window. There were no windows.

Just walls painted soft cream, an arched mirror beside the dresser, and a bed I hadn’t seen since I was six