Got it! Here's the corrected continuation with that setup:
VIOLET – POV
The Next Morning
The morning sun filtered through the high windows, brushing against my skin like a cruel tease of warmth. But inside me? I was a mess of tangled sheets, heavy breaths, and leftover need.
Zain was gone.
Of course, he was.
Left nothing behind but his scent—still clinging to my skin, still tormenting every inch of me. I lay there for a moment longer, staring at the ceiling like it held answers. My body still ached from the night before—not from anything we did, but everything we almost did. Everything I wanted us to do.
I sat up, threw off the covers, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed with a sharp inhale. My legs were still sore, and not in the good way. I tugged on my clothes with jerky, angry motions, cursing under my breath.
I wasn't going to wait.
I needed answers.
I needed him.
And I needed Roman out of that godsdamned cell.
