The morning light outside the manor brought little comfort to Caius, but inside, the atmosphere had thickened into a suffocating, visceral tension.
When Selena awoke from her deep slumber, her first sensation wasn't refreshment, but a sense of being shattered—as if a heavy truck had ground her bones into dust. A deep, aching soreness permeated the marrow of her bones, a fatigue far surpassing the night she had spent in the Enforcement Division’s interrogation room.
Even though her eyes could see nothing, the stinging fire on her n*****s and the unmistakable, lingering fullness in her lower body served as ruthless reminders: everything from last night was not a nightmare, but a reality.
Damn you, Silas. Last night, he had acted like a mad beast in heat, completely shredding his mask of a
