Chapter 13- Unexpected woman
Sunlight streamed through the half-parted curtains, spilling onto her bare skin like warm water on wounds.
It should've been comforting.
It wasn't.
The rays touched her shoulder—she flinched.
Even that simple warmth felt like fire against the fading purple of a bruise.
Her body protested as she stirred, every inch of her aching with a tenderness that was raw, sore, and far too intense to ignore.
Her neck throbbed—there, the skin felt swollen and sensitive.
A hickey pulsed under the sunlight, stinging as if it were a burn rather than a mark of passion.
"Ugh..." Thalia inhaled sharply. Her ribs expanded slowly, painfully.
The bedsheets shifted against her skin like silk over sandpaper—gentle, but every brush reminded her she wasn't just sore.
She was used.