RUBY

Vaguely, my head felt heavy. I forced my eyes open. My memory felt blurry, and I winced slightly as I tried to recall what had happened the night before like the wind sweeping away the shadow of fog.

I moved, and my arm touched warm skin. I gasped, my mind immediately thinking of Richard. A nauseous feeling surged through my heart, and I didn’t even dare to turn my head to see Richard’s bastard face.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, lifting my blanket. My chest felt ...