“Every cage has a door. I just had to find mine—before he found me.”
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Katrina’s POV
I woke to silence.
The kind of silence that presses against your ears and reminds you you’re not in your own bed, not in your own life. For a second, my body betrayed me—the faint ache in my thighs, the ghost of heat across my skin, the lingering echo of Damon’s punishment.
I hated that my first thought wasn’t fear. It was him. His voice, low and commanding. His touch, both cruel and careful. The way he’d looked at me when I defied him—as if he couldn’t decide whether to break me or worship me.
I rolled onto my side, staring at the silk sheets, the velvet curtains, the endless glass walls that framed the city like a glittering crown. Luxury. Beauty. Power.
And still—prison.
The bruises on my wrists
