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RYLEIGH
I woke up to silence.
I didn’t think I had ever sensed a silence so profound.
My eyelids felt heavy, as if there was something placed on top of them to keep me from opening my eyes, and my limbs felt as weak as a newborn kitten.
What happened?
I let out a small groan and twisted my body to the side of the bed, trying to think back to the last thing I remembered and coming up blank.
What the hell had I been doing?
Did I drink last night?
Something pushed into my mind, something important. There was something I was supposed to… do? Remember?
I couldn’t quite get a grasp on it.
The memories started to connect slowly, but it took my brain a second longer to make sense of it all.
I was—
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
Where the hell am I?
Sweat coated my skin, and I flung off the blanket that had been thrown over me.
I was barefoot and still in the same clothes I had been before…
A pounding headache took hold.
From the fucking drug.
Xavier—Roman Stone—had drugged me, then brought me back to this…
I looked around, confusion clouding my vision.
What the fuck?
I was in a cabin.
His killer cabin?
Shivers ran up and down the skin on my back. I felt both hot and cold at the same time.
Was this where he took his victims, right before he killed them?
Tears stung my eyes.
If I wasn’t in love with him, I was at least halfway there, and it turned out to be nothing more than a fucking lie.
All of it.
Every word spoken, every touch shared between us.
