Myra
I woke up with the disorienting sensation that the world was vibrating.
It took me three seconds to realize the vibration was the industrial floor mixer humming through the floorboards, and another two to realize I was fully dressed under a heavy quilt that smelled faintly of cedar and mothballs. Someone had taken my heels off and placed them neatly beside the bed.
I bolted upright, my heart hammering. The last thing I remembered was the blue glow of the laptop and the weight of the "Submit" button. Then... nothing. Just a hazy memory of being lifted, of a steady heartbeat against my ear, and the feeling of being safe.
"Tony," I whispered to the empty room.
He had carried me. The "thug" with the heavy hands had carried me up a flight of stairs and tucked me in like I was somethin
