The move happened without warning.
I had fallen into an exhausted sleep after eating the food Damien dropped on the table. When I woke, the room felt different. The air smelled familiar in a way that twisted my stomach. I blinked slowly, pushing myself up on shaky arms. This wasn’t the prison room anymore.
I was back in our bedroom.
The massive bed with the dark sheets we used to tangle ourselves in. Though these ones had discreet bars I hadn’t noticed before. The walk-in closet where my old clothes still hung beside his. It was our space, but now it felt like an upgraded cage. The door was still locked. The freedom was an illusion.
Damien sat in the armchair across from the bed, watching me. His eyes were heavy, shadowed with exhaustion and that unrelenting possessiveness.
“You moved
