19. The wedding.
Katarina.
It feels like déjà vu.
Waking up in my bed, alone and with a sore body, it feels like déjà vu. So much has changed since the last time I was in this position, but somehow it all feels the same.
I blink, fighting the headache that the light coming through the window causes me.
What happened?
I look at my body, I'm still wearing the same dress I wore that last night in Scarlatta, but there are a couple of bruises decorating my skin.
Pain.
Everything hurts.
But there's a more searing suffering in my heart.
Killian.
The memory of the whipping crashing against his skin gives me goose bumps and I stifle a sob against my hand, slowly lucidity comes to me.
My mind works quickly, trying to recall the conversations I overheard, but everything is so confu
