Chapter 24
Amber Whyte.
Elion.
That was the first name I muttered when I regained consciousness.
That was the first face I wanted to see the moment my eyes flung open.
That was the first person I wanted to touch.
Because he was the only one my mind resonated with.
In my unconscious state, I only thought about him.
I dreamt of him.
He pleased me.
He made me bleed.
He ruined me.
He made me scream his name.
Everyday. On repeat.
“Elion,” I called softly again. My voice was faint.
My body ached terribly. I could barely move it. It felt like a truck had crashed into me.
Footsteps hurried in my direction.
I felt a powerful presence. Deadly auras. Intoxicating scents that I had never perceived. Hushed voices that whispered quietly.
Then silence.
Amid the scents, I
