Calla's POVI didn’t know how long I stayed there in the darkness.The sound of dripping water echoed somewhere nearby, but I couldn’t feel anything.Am I dead?It didn't feel right.Until then, I jolted awake, choking on my own breath.Air burned through my throat, ragged and dry as if I hadn’t taken a proper breath in hours. My chest rose too fast, heart hammering in my ears, and for one terrifying moment, I couldn’t tell if I was alive or somewhere in between.The sheets were all twisted up around my legs, and sweat slicked my skin. I blinked at the ceiling above me, the same cracked plaster, the same ugly light fixture hanging overhead.I knew this room. Too well.The scent of incense still hung faintly in the air—spicy, cloying, familiar. My body felt heavy, tingling with a heat I hadn’t invited.Then I heard it.The faint click of glass against wood. A bottle. A whisper of fabric being dropped. The low sound of someone breathing—struggling.I turned my head.Lucien Thorne, the A
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