Sylvia Day Bared To You Series In Order Novels & Stories

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

After quickly washing away the remnants of the day, I stepped out of the tub, and he rose to hand me my towel. "Dax, there's a box on the bench in the closet. Get it and go to the bed. Open the box, chose one, set it on top of the box, and lie face down on the mattress." He nodded his understanding as I piled my hair on top of my head in a loose knot. I grinned a wide smile as "Epic Dance of Snow" came billowing through the speakers above the bed. The beginning was enchanted, but the song following, "Fires of a Revolution," progressed into a haunting diatribe of rage and darkness.

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she said, her tone turning serious, "you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. So... tomorrow night, you and me. A date." "Okay," Adrian smiled. Before I could react, Adrian slipped the hearing aid back behind my ear. "Baby, what are you thinking? Too happy to speak?" His eyes fixed on me like I was everything. What could I say? I heard it. I heard every word. But nothing came out. I just stared at this face I'd memorized a thousand times. "Serena!" Someone called my name. They all wore identical fake smiles. "Adrian took out your hearing aid and said the sweetest things," one said. "Honestly, it gave us chills."

"Lara, the first time you brought up the divorce, I thought you were just upset. I was waiting for you to come find me, apologize, come back to me. "I… I had no idea you actually meant it…" I gave him a thin smile. "This is not you realizing you were wrong. This is you realizing nobody else will love you the way I did." His regret was late, and it was cheap. I pulled out of his reach. My eyes were level on his. "Mason. It's too late. "The day you let me bleed out under that car, the day you watched her frame me. We were done." I did not give him another chance to plead.

“This is not you. Just kill me already.” I dipped my hand into the bucket of saltwater beside me. The cold stung my fingers, but I scooped up a handful and pressed it against the burn. Her body jolted violently. Another scream tore out of her throat, rough and breaking. Her hands twisted uselessly in the ropes. Tears spilled from her eyes. She trembled, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Please… please just kill me.” I leaned forward, my smile as sharp as the knife had been. “Not yet, sis,” I murmured. “I’m just getting started.”

Where Abbadon radiated cool calm, she was heat—firm, reassuring, unshakable. "Elara, breathe," she said, her voice flat and soft. I fought. I really did. But my lungs were cramped, my throat raw from the snarls and screams that had torn me apart during the shift. My fingers dug into the ground I was hunched over, my nails scraping the dirt as I fought against the suffocating weight of my own body. Selene pulled my hand into hers, fingers encircling mine, tight but not crushing. "It's always like that the first time," she continued, her voice soft and coaxing. "Your body wasn't ready, your mind wasn't. But it gets easier."

The next day, Lyra arrived in a hurry. She asked, "Did you take anything special during your pregnancy, Meredith?" Meredith paled and held out a bottle with trembling hands. "I took this. Do you have any way to save my baby?" Lyra opened the bottle. The moment she saw what was inside, she threw it away, looking revolted. "That's secret medicine from the dwarfs. I heard that taking one a day for 30 days will ensure you conceive, but it definitely won't lead to you having something so mutated."

[Sylvia's POV] Morning sunlight stabbed through the gap in my curtains. I woke up with a heavy gasp, my skin burning. I looked down and saw the oversized black Henley shirt clinging to my body. Alaric's shirt. The deep scent of dark chocolate and the sharp ozone of a thunderstorm filled my lungs. Instantly, the memory of last night crashed into my mind. I remembered the heavy weight of his body pinning me down. I remembered his hot, rough palm pressing against my most sensitive flesh. The agonizing, slow circles. The way my body completely shattered in his arms.

I’ll make you want me, I will make you beg for me He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “I won’t lock you up. But don’t provoke me.” He stood, giving her space. Turned away. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days,” he said. “One year. I’ll do anything. Buy you the moon if that’s what it takes. And if you don’t fall in love with me by your next birthday, I’ll set you free.” Emily stood up. She didn’t think. Just ran. Straight for the door.