CHAPTER ucnty Legit. clinomania (n.) an excessive desire to stay in bed Wila I rHoucur Yukia was a bad maid, but that was before I had her as a nurse. She plumped the pillow beneath my head like she was beating a lump of dough and pulled a piece of my hair in the mix. With a resentful glance, I shied away from her. “Thank you, but my pillow is fine.” She raised a brow before sliding a mischievous look away to mess with the tray of food at my bedside. “Pm not hungry,” I said. She ignored me and made a show of adding sugar to my tea. As if I’d ever drink tea again. I’d stayed in bed for two days, and with each second that passed, I grew sicker of it. The only thing that kept me here was the knowledge someone in this house hated me so much they’d poisoned me. And then, my thoughts chanted I was an awful person for what happened to Adrik and that I deserved it. My mind was a terrible place. Yesterday, Kirill deemed me as good as new. Ronan, however, hadn’t shown his face since he carried me to my room and stripped me naked. I didn’t know what I expected. Certainly not an apology for what happened. But a simple, “Glad to see you’re not dead,” would be nice. He hadn’t even sent me a misogynistic note threatening me to eat. Once again, it seemed I wasn’t a part of his thoughts, while he kept popping into my mind like a game of Whac-A-Mole—especially after he