Raina’s POV
By morning, the angry redness that had swallowed my skin the night before had finally started fading.
Not completely.
Just enough to stop looking catastrophic.
Faint traces still lingered across my arms and collarbone, pale pink marks scattered like the aftermath of a war my body had barely survived. Every movement still felt tender. Fragile.
Like my skin remembered the panic even after the danger passed.
Lily had gone downstairs to bully the hospital café into making something edible for breakfast.
Which meant, for the first time since yesterday…
I was alone.
The silence in the room stretched strangely around me.
Too quiet.
Too clean.
Too much space for thinking.
And thinking was dangerous these days.
Because every road in my mind somehow led back to him.
To Har
