Summary
A whispered promise of revenge before death chilled my soul. The hands that held me had lost all warmth. “I believed you were gone,” I breathed. On his cold face, a faint smile appeared—relief for a second chance, triumph at reclaiming his prey. Gone was innocence, replaced by polished arrogance and striking cynicism. We had both changed. “Where you fell, I rose,” he declared. Pain was familiar, but pleasure and longing were foreign. Determined to erase that night’s memories, I fled—carrying his child.