My body aches with every agonizing breath. I feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train and left in pieces along the tracks somewhere.
“Fuuuuuck,” the words break free in the form of a gravelly whisper, the feeling of them crawling out of my throat equivalent to swallowing shards of glass.
“Baby,” I hear Luka’s relieved voice, but no matter how much I fight to lift my eyelids; they remain sealed.
Hearing him call us by pet names feels….. strange. Did I die in Draven’s compound? I thought I’d come to my senses when a tiny body was ripped from my v****a, but now… I’m questioning everything.
“If this is some f****d up purgatory,” I whimpered, finally feeling my lashes flutter against my cheekbones, “I’d like to file a complaint. I’m thirsty as f**k and everything hurts.”
As my ey
