Chapter VIII
THE CLEANSING
SKY WOKE UP WITH a start. His head hurt. He noticed he’d been brought to his bed chamber, cleaned, and taken care of. He sat up, leaning against the pile of pillows on the bed and rubbed his head. All he could remember was Storm’s unhinged rage as he pounced, his hand grabbing Sky’s shirt and squeezing. Sky should have been afraid, but all he could feel was pain, a deep gash in his heart at the thought he would never have Storm as he wanted.
Sky pushed the covers away and slid out of bed. He was only wearing his trousers; his shirt had been removed. Barefoot and in his current state of undress, Sky left the room, thinking he needed to just walk around, even if it was a stroll confined to the floor he and Storm occupied. He found himself walking towards his hus
