Katrina POV
The first thing I felt was the ache.
It wasn't the pain—no, not exactly. It was the deep, heavy soreness that came after surrender, after being taken apart and put back together by the same hands you swore you’d never crave.
The world was quiet except for the soft hum of the air system and the faint rhythm of rain brushing against the glass walls. The scent of Damon was everywhere—cedar, smoke, and something darker that clung to the sheets, to me.
For a moment, I didn’t move. I only breathed.
His bed.
I was in his bed.
The realization made my pulse jolt. Damon never let me inside this room. I’d glimpsed it once through a half-open door—a minimalist expanse of black and steel, the kind of place that didn’t look like anyone slept here at all. But now, the sheets were tang
