Chapter 459. The Devil You Are

Macy POV

I don’t remember how I got back to my room last night. Hell, I am not even sure this is my room. This place is familiar and strange. I know I just got here, but I can’t remember ever being anywhere before. I know this hasn’t always been my home, but where was my home?

As I lay in bed, I try to make sense of my life. I had to have been somewhere before I came to the palace. Did I live in the village? Is there a village?

Pretty soon, my head starts hurting from trying to remember, or maybe it hurts from getting drunk last night. I make a silent vow not to drink any more fae wine. Keeping my wits about me is going to be essential.

Clumsily, I get out of bed and make my way into the closet. Pastel gowns hang as far as the eye can see. I hate each and every one of them, but I can’t continue to wear the outfit from yesterday. However, the thought of pissing off Cassian is enticing.

Standing in the closet, I begin to arrange the gowns by color,