A splitting headache.
Fabian awoke on the cold stone floor, a wave of nausea like a vicious hangover surging up his throat.
He propped himself up against the wall, barely managing to stand. The memories of last night were a chaotic mess of fragments.
Frenzy, desire, and... extreme shame.
He looked around his room. The wardrobe had been pushed aside, revealing the ugly dog door behind it.
His heart sank.
He rushed out of the room. The hallway was a mess.
Philip... Elmsworth... No one was acting quite normal, yet everyone pretended they were.
'Especially Connor and him... aren't they a little... too close?'
He hurried across the courtyard, heading toward the stables where the servants and orphans lived.
The door to the tool shed was open. The children inside were safe, just frightened, huddled together and weeping softly.
He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he remembered something.
The girl named Lina was gone.
