KIERA
Curse me, Goddess.
As I sat engulfed in the tub of warm water to soothe my body and mind, I realized that I was a chaotic mess inside out. And the comfort did nothing to wipe away the excruciating night of torment and sleeplessness, followed by an equally painful morning after.
I simply couldn’t find my solace or my peace of mind.
Every time I closed my eyes, instead of the horrific memories, I reveled in Cillian’s touch. I did not fight or claw or rebuke when he folded me closer to his or when that intoxicating male scent wafted into my nose.
I slowly touched the nose, which was no longer bleeding but still hurt a little. A subtle reminder of what a colossal failure of escape it was.
A whirlpool of thoughts threaded inside my brain as I scrubbed my skin and washed my hair
