Trigger Warning: s****l Assault, Dissociation, Trauma
Lelia – POV
I’m back where I started—brushing knots from my hair with my fingers, still unable to find a comb, when the door slams open.
“What the hell was that?” Kevin snarls.
But even before I see him—before I see the blood on his face—I already know. The air is thick with his scent. Wild, metallic, intoxicating. His anger bleeds into me like a toxin, but instead of shrinking back, something strange stirs inside me.
I blink up at him and—gods help me—I smile. “What are you talking about, Kevin?” I ask sweetly, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.
Lia hums in approval, and I take a step toward him, drawn like prey to fire. I want to see him. His face. His wounds. Maybe this time he’ll let me tend to them, maybe this time he’l
