Part 4
I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a damn train. Not just any train. The kind that drags you for miles, spits you out, and then reverses just to make sure it finished the job.
My head throbbed, my throat was dry, and my entire body felt… off. Too aware. Too sensitive. Like my skin wasn’t entirely mine anymore.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, blinking against the dim lighting.
And that’s when I realized I wasn’t outside anymore.
The last thing I remembered was Dante’s teasing words, Julian’s smirk and Kade’s cold, calculating stare. The garden swallowing me whole. And now… now I was in a room that looked like something out of a gothic fever dream.
Dark velvet drapes covered the walls. They looked luxurious. The bed I was lying on was absurdly large, with black satin sheets
