Chapter 102 The Crimson Whisper

• The sound of the sea resonated in the background as the light arrived gradually through the pure white curtains, creating golden shafts of dust into the air. With a trace of lavender oil from the diffuser close by the bed, the air scented like salt and clean sheets. Under the sheets, dialysis was warm and sticky; sweat had left her skin shining. A soft pain grew between her legs as she slowly moved. As she adjusted to the light, her eyelashes fluttered open. It all came at her at once.
• Alexander.
• Last night.