The hot water cascaded over Elowen’s body like a punishment she couldn’t escape. She stood in the luxurious hotel shower, her forehead pressed against the cool marble tile, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The tears mixed with the steam were invisible and endless.
Will anyone ever want me again? The question looped viciously in her mind. Victor had chosen Lilith. Draven had claimed her body in one explosive night, but what if that was all she was good for : a tool for revenge, a warm body in the dark? Her mother’s voice echoed from childhood: No one stays for someone broken.
Her breasts ached as the water hit them, it became overly sensitive and tender. Fatigue clung to her like a second skin. She slid down the wall until she sat on the tiled floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The
