Knock. Knock. Knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
I tried to answer, only to realize my throat was so hoarse I could barely make a sound.
The drug had mostly worn off, but its aftereffects still left my limbs weak and my body in disarray.
The door didn’t open.
He paused outside for two seconds, maybe he noticed the tiny shard of glass stuck on Eric’s head, left from breaking the window to save me.
Then he simply climbed in through the broken window.
Cold wind poured through the gash.
I didn’t even have time to cover myself. I could only curl into the corner by the headboard, a thin blanket hooked over my shoulders, humiliating enough that I wanted to evaporate into ash.
This was the second time.
The second time I was almost naked in front of this man.
And worse, when the drug h
