Chapter 57
The air was thick with heat and the heady scent of sweat and rose petals, lingering in the room like a memory that refused to fade. The once pristine bed was a battlefield now — sheets damp and twisted, pillows displaced, a faint smear of blood staining the corner of the mattress. The dim light from the bedside lamp flickered on the floor like it, too, was struggling to catch its breath. Sasha lay still, her chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate rhythm. Her body ached in places she hadn’t even known could ache — a dull, throbbing ache that wasn’t pain but something far deeper, more dangerous. She turned her head slightly and looked beside her. Quinn was sprawled out on his stomach, completely and utterly unconscious. One arm was folded under the pillow, the other draped carelessl
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