NOAH
I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.
Then reversed over.
Then hit again for good measure.
Every muscle ached. My neck throbbed. My thighs were sore in ways I didn't want to think about. And when I shifted slightly under the covers, I felt the unmistakable sting of bite marks and bruises blooming across my skin.
Great.
Just great.
I stared at the ceiling, watching the morning light filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and tried to piece together what had happened last night.
The gala.
Alexander.
Cassian's rage.
The window.
The tie.
The blindfold.
The...
Nope. Not thinking about it.
I squeezed my eyes shut and willed the memories away.
But my body wouldn't let me forget.
Every breath reminded me of the marks on my neck. Every movement sent a dull ache through muscles I didn't know I had.
And the worst part?
Some traitorous part of me had liked it.
What is wrong with me?
I groaned and rolled onto my side, burying my face in the pillow.
