Chapter 65 Sixty Five

• ARIEL’S POV
• My mouth was dry, lips cracked, throat burned like each time I swallowed. My head felt too heavy for my neck, pounding from the inside out, a pain that pulsed behind my eyes every time I tried to blink.
• I shifted on the bed wincing from pain and the scent of soap, masculine and familiar, had hit me first. It was Ryan. My mate. Previous memories flooded in, crashing against each other, out of order and painful — the club, the drink, the shaking in my bones, that man’s hands on me, Ryan’s voice, Ryan holding me, me begging him to ease the burn the drug had lit inside me. My stomach twisted. Goddess, I’d begged him.