POV: Kim
The sunlight hitting the carpet wasn't soft. It was aggressive.
It cut through the heavy drapes, exposing every speck of dust dancing in the air of a room that still felt electrified.
I was naked. And by every measurable metric, completely ruined
My limbs felt like they belonged to someone else—someone who had spent the last twelve hours being dismantled and reassembled by two men who clearly didn't understand the concept of 'moderate intensity.'
I sat up. My lower back groaned in protest.
The bed was empty.
The spot where Frank had been was cold. The spot where Jake had been was barely a memory of heat. They were gone.
The silence of The Den was back. It wasn't the heavy, predatory silence of the Council Hall. It was the quiet of a house that had moved on to the next task
