Thirty nights.
That was what I had signed for. What I had been sold for. What I had survived.
Tonight was the last.
I stood in the center of the bedroom, no collar, no cuffs, no silk robe draped over trembling shoulders. Just me. Naked. Bruised. Silent. My reflection stared back at me from the floor-to-ceiling mirror across the room, and I didn’t recognize her anymore. The girl who walked into the auction with shaking legs and tears in her eyes was long gone. She had been stripped down, peeled layer by layer until only need remained.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to want anymore.
I didn’t want love. I didn’t want rescue. I just wanted… to belong. And somehow, somewhere along the line, Adrian had become the only place I understood how to do that.
The door creaked open behind me. I
