Celyne POV
Something felt wrong before I even opened my eyes.
A dull ache settled low in my stomach, heavy and unfamiliar—yet terrifyingly familiar at the same time.
My body felt cold. Too cold.
Then wet.
My brows furrowed slightly as I shifted, and that was when the pain hit—sharp, sudden, and unforgiving. A gasp tore from my throat as my eyes flew open.
Darkness.
And then—
The smell.
Metallic. Thick. Suffocating.
My heart skipped.
No.
No, no, no—
My trembling hands moved instinctively, brushing against the sheets beneath me.
Wet.
Sticky.
Warm.
I froze.
Slowly—too slowly—I lifted my hand.
Even in the dim light filtering through the curtains, I could see it.
Blood.
My breath hitched violently.
“No…no…”
The word came out broken. Barely a whisper.
My body started shak
