Rhea's POV

I jerked upright, gasping for air.

I was tangled between bedsheets. The shirt I wore, oversized was slick with sweat. It was cold, very cold. Ice pumped through my veins and I wondered if I'd ever be warm again.

A floorboard creaked, the bed dipping beside me. A wave of heat washed over me, alongside the scent of male and pine.

"Look at me" The words were gentle but authoritative.

I shifted, groaning. My body was very sore like I'd been dropped from the sky and every bone remembered ...