The sun is harsh against my skin. I wake up bruised and sore. A painful moan escapes my throat as I roll to the other side, away from the sun.
Memories slam in, and my eyes fly open. I curl up, realizing I am back in the room. The one Drogo left me in. How did I get back?
I slip out of bed, but my knees give out and I collapse.
That is when I see it.
The red marks. Most of them are on my hips. The grip marks of a half-beast holding me down, keeping my body firm. A clear sign last night was not a dream.
Then… how?
Did Drogo find me? What about the half-beast Alpha?
A knock sounds, and I flinch, snapping my gaze to the door.
“Mrs. Elston. Are you awake?”
Bran’s voice.
I quickly gather the sheet and hiss at the burn as I wrap it around my body, up to my neck. The door creaks open, a
