Emily’s POV
He stood up, brushing his fingers over my cheek one last time.
“Sleep well, Emily,” he whispered, and then he was gone.
As the door clicked shut behind him, silence wrapped around me like a blanket — but my heart was anything but quiet. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning in a whirl of confusion, warmth, and something dangerously close to longing.
Was I… falling for Ethan?
It was never supposed to be this. He was supposed to be my escape, my revenge. And yet, the way he looked at me — like I was more than a slave, more than a woman with a bruised past — shook me.
Either way, I was already in too deep.
I must’ve drifted off at some point in the night, because when I woke, soft morning light filtered through the windows. The room smelled faintly of warm p
