C108 ICE HUNDRED AND EIGHT: HE LEFT

MADISON’S POV:

If anyone had told me a few months ago that I’d wake up in a palace — a real one, where the windows opened to turquoise oceans and mist-draped mountains — I’d have laughed and told them to stop watching fairytales.

Yet every morning here, I still half expected to wake up and find it gone.

Azuvia wasn’t just beautiful, it was breathtaking. The air smelled of hibiscus and sea salt