AVIONA'S POV
When I woke, the first thing I felt was warmth. The second was the impossible softness beneath me.
It took a moment for my vision to clear. And then I realized where I was. His bed. Again.
Alarm and agitation rose in my chest at once. I wanted to get up—get away from him, from his bed—and find a quiet corner in his vast chamber.
But my body betrayed me. My limbs were heavy, my head light. Even turning my face from the pillow made the room tilt.
Then his voice came, cutting clean through the haze. Calm but firm. “You shouldn’t be forcing yourself.”
I met his eyes. I hadn’t realized he was standing just a few paces away, silently watching me.
I was still furious. He had kissed me without my consent, without so much as a warning. I knew he’d done it to drive that woman, In
