Aurora's POV
I woke slowly, the morning light filtering through my thin curtains and stinging my eyes. For a moment, everything felt like a dream, until I shifted and felt the dull ache in my inner thighs and the sensitized peaks of my breasts.
The memories rushed back in a violent flood: the alley, the blood, the silk scarf over my eyes, and the heavy, dominant heat of Raymond.
I noticed the space beside me was empty, the sheets cold. He was gone. I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest, my heart racing as I scanned the tiny room for any sign that he was still there. Then my eyes fell on something, and my brow furrowed.
