Esme’s POV
I woke up to the sound of faint footsteps somewhere beyond the door.
For a long moment, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, trying to piece together where I was, how I got here. The air was thick with the scent of should I say Cole’s scent.
And that was all it took. My stomach turned sharply as everything from last night rushed back into my head, the struggle, the fear, the pain.
I sat up too fast and a sharp ache tore through my thighs and lower body. I winced, gasping as my fingers clutched the sheets. My body trembled; every muscle felt sore, tender, violated. I looked down and froze.
I was dressed. Someone — him perhaps had dressed me. My dress was gone, replaced by one of his shirts. It hung loose on me, brushing my knees.
The realization made heat rus
