Chapter 6 The Confession Chair

• The sheets beneath Ivy were cool, but the warmth of Victor’s body still lingered in the space beside her. She lay still, blinking up at the ceiling, the shadows of early morning brushing light across the walls. Her legs ached. Her throat was raw from the sounds he had drawn out of her. Her wrists were sore from the bindings. Yet there was no pain she would change, no bruise she would have undone.
• She turned her face into the pillow and inhaled.
• His scent was everywhere.