The sound of someone knocking on my door roused me from my slumber. It had been three days since my encounter with Veronica, and within these three days, Elias hadn't come to bother me once after drinking his fill and satiating his need for me. It had been a pleasant three days with no drama and no worrying about which woman would appear from the woodwork at any time.
Groaning, I got out of bed as my almost-recovered back screamed at me. The deepest of the wounds were now nothing more than scabs that littered my skin, while the less severe had become itchy scars. After a week and a half, I had finally grown used to the sight and wasn't as disturbed when I saw it, but I was still coming to terms with the fact that I would forever carry the scars.
"Miss Valerie." Wilson's voice called from
