ELLA POV
I woke up beside a lake with mud on my legs, dried blood under one thumbnail, and absolutely no idea where the f**k I was.
For a few seconds, I just lay there.
Cold grass pressed against my back. Somewhere nearby, water moved softly against the shore, and the morning air smelled like pine, wet earth, and whatever unfortunate animal Cami had decided counted as dinner sometime around three in the morning.
My body hurt.
Not injured-level hurt.
Used hurt.
The good kind.
Sore in the very best way.
Every muscle felt heavy and stretched, my lungs pleasantly raw from hours of running, and for the first time since leaving the bar, my head was quiet.
Blissfully quiet.
No Frederic.
No vampire.
No stupid f*****g kiss playing behind my eyelids.
Just trees.
Water.
Sky.
I exhale
