L E I L A N I
The scent of bacon and coffee woke me the next morning.
For a disorienting moment, I thought I was back in my old life, in my small apartment before everything had been ripped away.
Then the memory of the previous day crashed down on me, the clinic, Fenrir's abrupt arrival, my abduction. My stomach churned. It wasn’t a nightmare. It was real.
I forced myself out of bed, my limbs heavy. I took a quick shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the feeling of being dirty, of being owned.
The clothes Lyra had left for me were soft and expensive, a pair of dark leggings and a simple, cream colored cashmere sweater. They fit perfectly, which only added to my sense of violation. He knew my size. He knew everything about me, and I knew nothing about him.
I followed th
