The storm of revenge
Elsa’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the unfamiliar but undeniably comforting surroundings. The soft silk sheets caressed her skin, and the warmth of the morning sun seeped through the slightly opened curtains. For a moment, she felt safe—until the memories of the past days came crashing back. The fire. The escape. Liam’s wrath. Her heart pounded as she sat up.
The air smelled different—not of fear or blood, but of something soothing and warm. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and well-seasoned food filled the room, drawing her attention. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of how long it had been since she had a proper meal.
Just then, the door creaked open, and Gary walked in, balancing a tray of steaming food. His lips curled into a teasing smile.
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