(Author's note: Dear readers, thank you for reading so far, moving forward NYX is Ayla. Is Ayla gone? No. Will you see her again? Maybe)
NYX
I blinked slowly, the world coming back into focus like a dull light pushing through fog. My body ached in every place that mattered and in places I hadn’t known could hurt.
The bed beneath me was soft, unfamiliar. I shifted slightly and realized I was lying on my stomach, the sheets tangled around my arms, my hair sticking to my damp skin.
It hit me all at once, I had blacked out.
The memory was fractured, jagged edges of sensation and sound. Pleasure. Heat. Raiden. The rest… darkness.
That crushing, consuming darkness that had taken control without asking, without warning, without mercy.
I exhaled slowly, letting the air rattle out of me li
