Myths

Maeve’s eyes snapped open.

She lay still for a moment, blinking at the ornate ceiling. White. Trimmed with gold leaf. A crystal chandelier hung above her—delicate and too bright. Her fingers curled around the edge of a silken blanket. She sat up fast.

A bed. King-sized. Velvet headboard. Gold and ivory accents everywhere. It was too much. The kind of luxury she hadn’t touched since walking out of