Declan's POVThe ride from the hospital to Rhett’s mansion had felt like a blur, a restless storm in my chest the whole way. My body still ached from the wounds, the slash on my thigh throbbing every time the car hit a bump, but what gnawed at me more was the suffocating way Rhett had demanded my discharge. He hadn’t given me a choice, hadn’t given the doctors room to breathe, and I hadn’t been able to fight him off, not when he was so determined to keep me under his watch.Now, back in the mansion, I moved through the familiar hallways like a ghost. The polished wood, the expensive artwork, the carefully arranged furniture—it all screamed of Rhett’s power, his control, but to me, it was just another cage. A gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.The first thing I did was head upstairs to my room. I shed the hospital clothes, stripped down, and stood under the shower until the water ran pink around the drain. The heat stung my stitches, but I welcomed it. It reminded me I was still aliv
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