Elize got up in the night, having slept the entire following day. It had been ages that had slept this well, it had been ages that she had felt so good. She woke up with a yawn and stretched her limbs, a sleepy, content smile tugged her lips up. She blinked her eyes open. The fire in the hearth was burning low, casting a soft buttery glow to her room. Outside the glass window, it was pretty dark. She got up and removed her blanket. She found that she was wearing a light cotton white gown that was now pooled at her hips. And she was wearing a white panty. Elize gasped. Did he make her change into these clothes? Irritation sparked. She tipped her head back and then looked up at the ceiling.
All the memories of the previous day flooded, and a shivery wave of anger rippled through her as the memories haunted her. They just kept coming in a wave one after the other and she couldn't stop them. The truth of what had happened to her despite her resistance. Caleb was cruel and selfish…
