Debbie.
The car pulled into the driveway of the estate. My legs still felt heavy, and my skin still carried the tingle of Rain’s touch in the office.
I reached up, adjusting the silk scarf that I had wrapped tightly around my neck to hide the deep purple mark that Rain had left on my neck.
I walked into the house, and Black was standing in the living room. He was standing by the fireplace, a glass of water in his hand. He looked up when I entered, with a soft expression.
“You’re back,” he said as he walked toward me, stopping just a few feet away. “How are you now? You sounded… really bad earlier.”
“I’m fine, Black,” I said, keeping my voice low and dismissive. “I just need sleep.”
He nodded his head.
“I’m glad,” he murmured. He stayed there, looking at me with a look that almost fe
