Aurora's eyes fluttered open, and immediately, a dull ache radiated through her entire body. She winced, feeling the soreness in her limbs, her head pounding like a drum.
Blinking to clear her vision, she slowly took in her surroundings, realizing she was in a familiar room—Daemon's room. The memories of what had happened came flooding back all at once.
She remembered being trapped, the cold metal shackles, the disgusting man with his twisted smile. Her heart clenched, and she forced herself to breathe deeply, to remind herself that it was over.
But the fear still lingered, like shadows creeping at the edges of her mind. As she slowly turned her head, her gaze landed on Daemon, who was sitting by her bedside, barely visible in the dim light.
He was silent, watching her with an intensity that made her shiver. His eyes were red, bloodshot, like he hadn't slept at all, not even for a minute.
