A tear slid down Maya’s cheek as she closed her eyes, the scent of blood and black rose petals still lingering in the air.
“f**k, why does it feel so good to belong to a monster?”
Her breath caught, the confession tasting like sin and honey on her tongue.
She wiped her face with trembling hands, forcing herself to breathe, and stepped out of her room with a twisted smile still tangled with fresh tears. Her eyes darted around the dim hallway, heart pounding as she scanned every shadow.
Maybe he’s here. Maybe he’s watching.
Her chest tightened when she found nothing—no lingering dark scent, no predatory aura crackling through the air, no Logan leaning against the wall with that cold, unreadable stare. It was just the f*****g empty hallway.
“He doesn’t want to see me?” she whispered to
