HARPER
I woke up to a voice that sounded awfully like Dominic's.
My head thumped, my mouth tasted sour like someone had forced lemons into it, my stomach flipped over and over, and the room spun.
I groaned, shutting my eyes and opening them again slowly, staring at the door first before letting my gaze move around the room as I adjusted.
I was in my room. The pink sash on the wall made it obvious. But that wasn't the only thing.
I was tied up.
I gazed down at myself, struggling against the rope wrapped around my body. It didn't help that I was gagged, too. I could have screamed for Dominic. Or anyone. To help me.
Yet, I doubted anyone was going to come to my rescue.
My breath hitched, and my eyes widened as I saw a crimson stain running from my thigh, where my dress was ripped, down the length of my leg.
"No," I muttered through the gag, swallowing bile. No. It shouldn't be what I was thinking.
