Chapter 112
Annalise
I woke to the warmth of silk against my skin, but the other side of the bed was cold.
My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, and the first thing I noticed was the emptiness beside me. Sylus was gone.
For a moment, I just lay there, my fingers absentmindedly running over the now-cool sheets where he had been. The memory of last night lingered—his touch, his kiss, the way our bodies had moved together in perfect sync. I had let myself believe, if only for a few fleeting hours, that things were finally shifting between us. That we were making progress.
But now, waking up alone, it stung.
A bitter sigh left my lips as I sat up, the silk sheet pooling around my waist. Was this what we were now? Restricted to ph
