Ivy

I stared at the open doorway long after Dominic’s steps faded. The words he left behind pressed against her ribs.

“Come to my room.”

He hadn’t violated me once. But now, he wants to hurt me? Why?

I waited for the air to move again, but nothing in the council room seemed to breathe.

I wrung the cloth until water trickled down my fingers, stinging the cuts. The ache in my hands grounded me, but only just. The rest of me felt strange and loose, as if ...