ELARA
The bathroom tiles were cold under my palms.
I stood at the sink, watching water swirl down the drain, taking my mascara with it. Black rivers running into nothing. The mirror showed me exactly what I didn't want to see—swollen eyes, bitten lips, the faint red marks on my throat where his fingers had been.
Kieran's fingerprints on my skin. Like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.
I turned on the cold water. Splashed it on my face once, twice, three times. Let it sting. Let it wake me up from whatever fever dream I'd been living in for the past hour.
He'd shown up with Camilla and then corner me in a garden maze and demand to know what I was doing with Felix. He'd put his hands on my throat. Shoved a ring back on my finger like I was livestock being tagged.
And he'd s
