Kyra’s POV
Five days had passed.
My body was healing, slowly, like it didn’t trust itself to be whole again. The bruises faded slightly from purple , the cuts closed, and I could finally stand without swaying, but some pains didn’t heal the same way.
Sometimes I’d be fine, then I’d remember Sean’s laugh, his hand on my throat, the words I reject you, and my chest would ache so suddenly I’d have to stop breathing for a second just to get through it.
Draven kept me in his room the entire time and made me wear his clothes, his perfect fitted shirts looked like dresses on me.
He didn’t ask if I wanted to stay there, he just decided it.
We weren’t sharing the same bed, Draven slept somewhere else. not that i wanted us
at least, that’s what I told myself. Because a few nights, I’d wak
