ANGEL
I woke up to the color of cotton candy pink.
My eyes fluttered open to ceilings, and then the curtains. Pastel pink and white, designs from píninterest, I would know because I’d loved them once.
The bedding underneath me smelled like lavender, a scent I recognized too well.
This room. I knew this room. It hasn’t been a dream!
Memories hit me instantly, all of them attacking at once.
My breath came faster, panic crawling up my throat with clawed fingers. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t where I was supposed to be. I should be in Daniel’s bed, wrapped in his sheets that smelled like sandalwood and possession.
I should be in his arms, safe in the cage he’d built just for me.
That was when I felt him.
A presence in the room, the hairs on my neck prickled.
I turned my head
