Maria.
The moment my eyes flew open, the first thing that struck me was wrongness.
Nothing felt familiar.
The air carried a scent that wasn't mine, sharp, masculine, tinged with leather and something coldly dominant. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, too high, too grand, and as awareness seeped into my foggy mind, pain followed right behind it. My head throbbed viciously, as though a thousand needles were being driven into my skull all at once. I winced, a weak sound slipping from my throat before I could stop it.
That was when I felt it.
An arm.
Strong. Heavy.
Wrapped tightly around my waist.
My entire body went rigid.
The grip alone sent a chill racing down my spine, colder than the night air brushing my skin. For a second, I couldn't breathe. Then the memories came crashing back, violent and unforgiving,whips, water, pain, darkness, his voice laced with fury.
Davian.
My stomach twisted as realization hit me full force.
I was still in his room.
