The first light of dawn crept through the blinds, soft and pale, crawling across the floorboards like it didn’t belong in the same room where the night had happened.
Elena lay on the bed, her body limp, the blindfold still hanging loose around her neck. Her wrists burned where the rope had been. The sheets were a mess beneath her, twisted and damp with sweat. Her breathing came shallow and uneven, the ghost of every touch lingering on her skin like fingerprints she couldn’t wash away.
The room was quiet now. No more whispers. No more hands pressing into her. No more voices making her beg.
But they were still there.
Logan leaned against the wall, shirtless, arms crossed over his chest, watching her with that same crooked grin he’d worn all night. Dean sat on the floor near the foot of t
