Clare POV:
A dull ache throbbed in my body, dragging me out of unconsciousness. My limbs felt heavy, my throat dry, my skin too sensitive. My head pulsed like I'd been wrung out and left to dry.
The first thing I noticed was the faint scent of iron—blood.
My blood.
The second was warmth.
I wasn't in the cold, sterile campus showers anymore. I was in my bed.
My heart lurched. How did I get here?
My last memory was of Blaze—his touch, his teeth, the way my body betrayed me under him. The way I lost myself in a haze I didn't even understand. I had been awake, then bliss, then darkness.
Now I was here.
I shifted slightly, and that's when I felt it—an unfamiliar weight.
My breath hitched.
There, at the edge of my bed, sitting like he fucking belonged, was Blaze.
Watching me.
His red eyes gleamed in the dim room, unreadable.
"You're awake," he murmured, his voice silk over steel.
I swallowed hard, my throat closing up. Why was he still here?
