ISABELLA
I woke up to the sensation of stiffness and an ache so deep in my bones that even breathing felt like a chore. For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was.
The sheets beneath me weren’t the scratchy ones from my apartment, and the air smelled different. So clean, and expensive like fresh linen and something faintly masculine.
My fingers curled into the fabric of the duvet, smooth and soft, nothing like the cheap covers I’d grown used to.
Then the door creaked open.
Logan stepped in, and just like that, reality crashed over me. The assault, he fear, and the way I had felt my soul leave my body, certain I wouldn’t survive.
I exhaled, sinking back into the pillows. He looked at me with a careful expression, his lazy blue eyes scanning my face like he was checking for cracks in my
