SAMMY POV
I was alone.
The room Aurora had prepared for me was beautiful—warm wooden floors, soft cream walls, a bed so huge it could swallow me whole—but it didn’t feel safe. Nothing felt safe, not when my skin still buzzed with the ghost of Darian’s touch, not when his scent clung to me like invisible chains.
I sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, arms and legs splayed wide, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to all the questions I didn’t dare ask.
Antonio had been quick and efficient—he’d handed Darian a pair of shorts, thrown me a watchful look like he could read all the things I prayed no one ever would, and then showed us our rooms. Yes, plural. Thank the Goddess.
I knew Darian had been disappointed—hell, I felt the weight of it radiating off him when Antoni
