19. The wedding.
Katarina.
It feels like déjà vu.
Waking up in my bed, alone and sore all over… it feels like déjà vu.
So many things have changed since the last time I was in this position, but somehow everything feels the same.
I blink, fighting the headache the light coming in through the window causes me.
What happened?
I look down at my body; I’m still wearing the same dress I had on that last night in Scarlatta, but now there are bruises decorating my skin.
Pain.
Everything hurts.
But there’s a more searing pain in my heart.
Killian.
The memory of the lashes crashing against his skin makes goosebumps rise all over me. I choke back a sob against my hand, and little by little clarity begins to return.
My mind works fast, trying to remember the conversations I overheard, bu
