Peniel
I woke up in the cabin, the cold wood pressing against my bare skin, the faint light of dawn filtering through the cracks in the walls. My body ached, not just from what happened last night. The memories came rushing back in waves—his touch, his desperation, his need—and now, in the silence, it all felt hollow.
I was alone.
The fire that burned between us last night had faded, leaving nothing but the cold emptiness of this cabin, and the sharp realization that Lucian was gone. Not a trace of him remained.
Did Lucian leave in the middle of the night?
I sat up slowly, my muscles protesting as I gathered the thin blanket around me, trying to shield myself from the chill of the early morning. My mind was racing.
'He really is a bastard,' I thought, a bitter taste creeping into m
