Rise of the Warrior Queen (Kaia and Silver) novel Chapter 14

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SILVER’S POV

The room was too big.

That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes in the middle of the night. The bed underneath me was soft. The pillow was fluffy and clean, and the blanket smelled like lavender. The ceiling was high Everything looked expensive, neat, and untouched. So much so that if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought I was the first person to have occupied this room in ages. Or maybe ever.

Then again, now that I really stopped to think about it, I don’t think I can say I really know better. For all I know, that was actually the case, and I was the first occupant of this room.

What do I know anymore?

I sighed, carefully shifting onto my back.

I lay there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling. There was a fan above me, but it wasn’t on. The room was too big, and the house was even bigger. But it felt cold and empty. Kind of like there was no warmth to it.

I don’t think I was used to any of this.

Actually… I wasn’t used to anything.

That was the real problem.

I didn’t remember what my life used to be like before I woke up on that hospital bed. I didn’t remember where I used to sleep. I didn’t remember what kind of bed I had, or if I even had one. I didn’t remember my room, or my family, or even my name. And now they were calling me Silver.

Silver.

That name felt strange in my mouth. Like trying to wear someone else’s clothes.

was, but I knew it wasn’t Silv

I may not remember what my real name was, but I knew it wasn’t Silver. And it bothered me that I was

answering to a name that wasn’t mine.

But either way, it was still better than not having a name at all.

I turned onto my side and buried my face into the pillow, hoping the smell of it would comfort me. It didn’t. It

only reminded me that I didn’t belong here. That I didn’t belong anywhere.

My head started to ache again. It started with a dull throb at first, right behind my eyes. It always happened when I tried to think too hard. I’d been experiencing it all day and all through last night. It felt like some kind of punishment for when I tried to reach for memories that didn’t exist anymore.

Or maybe they were still there–just locked away behind some wall I couldn’t break

I squeezed my eyes shut and groghed softly in frustration

This was hell.

Not knowing anything. Not knowing who I was, where I came from, or what had happened to me. There was nothing. Just flashes sometimes–shapes, colors, noise. But the second I tried to focus, the pain in my head exploded like a hammer to my skull.

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I carefully sat up, dragging a hand through my hair, which was damp with sweat. My body was tired, but my mind wouldn’t rest. It kept going in circles, chasing shadows and questions that had no answers.

I hated this.

I hated the feeling of being useless. Emply. Like a broken machine that no one knew how to fix.

The house was quiet. I could hear a clock ticking somewhere in the hallway. Dr. Grayson and the others were asleep. I didn’t know much about him yet–just that he took me in to avoid the issues of me having to go home with Kalo.

I knew nothing about the man. Or about the woman who had answered the door for us–the woman he’d introduced as his mate. Dawn, I think her name was. She had looked at me with worry in her eyes, but she didn’t ask questions. Just smiled at me and welcomed me into the house like I actually belonged here, when in reality that wasn’t the case.

They were kind.

But kindness didn’t fill the hole inside me.

And then there was also the other girl who walked out of the kitchen behind Dawn. I couldn’t really remember her name. I didn’t know who she was to them either. Their daughter, maybe? Or maybe just a relative. I hadn’t bothered to ask. She hadn’t really said anything, but it was the look in her eyes that I didn’t like. Like I said, I didn’t know who she was, but right now, with no memory whatsoever, I was choosing to listen to my instincts. And right now, they were telling me to stay the hell away from her. That she was bad news.

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor. My bare feet pressed into the carpet, and even that felt wrong in a way. Almost like I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing. I can’t really explain it, but that feeling was just there. Nothing about this place matched the broken pieces I kept finding inside me.

What kind of life did I have before this?

I just wanted to know.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture something–anything. But all that came was a sharp pain in the back of my head, and I hissed, grabbing the sides of my skull.

“Come on…” I whispered to myself. “Just one thing… anything please.”

But nothing came.

Nothing but the pain.

I stayed like that for a while, breathing slowly, waiting for the ache to fade. When it finally did, I leaned back against the headboard and let my eye’s wander to the window.

The curtain moved slightly with the breeze. Outside, I could see the faint glow of streetlights. I

what time it was. Probably past midnight.

Everyone else was asleep.

Everyone but me.

ered

My fingers picked at the blanket without thinking. I couldn’t help but feel lonely with all the silence, but now something else was creeping into my chest too.

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A thought.

Or

rather a face

Kala

The girl who not only saved me but also gave me a name

I didn’t know much about her, but somehow, her face was clearer in my mind than anything else. I could still see the way she looked at me when I first opened my eyes. Her voice had been strong and steady, even though I must’ve looked like a dying animal.

She didn’t flinch.

She didn’t step away.

She stayed

I didn’t understand why, but I remembered how it made me feel. Like I wasn’t completely alone. Like maybe! was in safe hands, even if I didn’t exactly feel safe at the time.

There was something about her. I noticed it the moment I saw her. Not in the way people notice beauty- though she was undeniably beautiful. It was something else. It was the light in her eyes. The strength in her presence. She was confident–not in a loud way, but in the way she moved and spoke. The way she carried herself. Like someone who knew what they were doing.

I admired that.

Even now, thinking about her made the tightness in my chest ease a little. My lips twitched, almost forming a smile before I caught myself.

What am I doing?

Why do I keep thinking about her?

Is this even normal?

a

She didn’t know me. I didn’t know her either. She was just a female with a good heart trying to help a stranger. There was nothing else to it.

But still… I remembered her voice. Her eyes. The way she gently reached out to touch me, even though I must’ve looked terrifying. And then she helped me put on my shirt when I couldn’t get it on by myself because

of the bandage.

She wasn’t afraid of me.

That meant something.

Didn’t it?

I sighed and looked down at my hands. The cuts were mostly healed now, Dr. Grayson said I had a fast

recovery rate–faster than normal, I didn’t know what that meant or if it was something to be worried about.

All I knew was that Kaia had helped me when she didn’t have to.”

That… stayed with me.

It stuck even in the middle of the chaos in my head. She didn’t feel like a stranger. Not completely. And every time I thought about her, the pain in my head didn’t get worse. If anything, it got quieter. And that feeling… it

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was a strange one.

I didn’t understand it.

But I didn’t want it to go aw

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