Kaya
The world has been divided into before and after.
The world before I met Damien. The world after I met Magnus.
And I can't really tell which world I want to live in. Not anymore.
My eyelids are so heavy. Every time I try to peel them open, a sharp wave of pain seizes me, tugging at every muscle, stretching my body as if it might snap apart.
I always thought drugs were meant to dull pain, to numb the body and cloud the mind. Whatever they're giving me does the opposite—it sharpens everything until I feel raw and exposed.
And yet, a part of me doesn't mind. Staying alert means I can think about Magnus. Honestly, it's all I do.
I think about the way he wrapped me in his shirt the first time we met, carrying me toward his car as if I weighed nothing. I think about how he humbled me in our first sparring match, forcing me to face myself.
I think about the way he kissed me. The way his voice broke when he told me I was his mate.
