Maya’s POV
The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital blinds in pale, sterile stripes, casting soft shadows across the tiled floor.
Maya stirred beneath the blanket, her body warm, but her skin prickled with a restlessness she couldn’t explain. Not fully. Not honestly.
She blinked up at the ceiling, heart already beating faster than it should.
It was still there—that feeling.
That ache.
Not physical. Not quite.
But deep. Coiled.
Damien’s voice echoed in her mind like it had never left.
“Good girl.”
Low. Controlled. Possessive.
She closed her eyes again, pressing her thighs together under the sheets.
It wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said her name—like he owned it. Like he owned her.
She swallowed hard, chest tightening with heat and something darker—something sh
