Avyanne's pov

Morning light barely crept through the curtains when Logan’s sharp voice cut across the silence

everyday, this was always a trauma to my morning.

“Up. Now.”

My entire body ached from the night before. Muscles pulled tight, skin still tender where his

hands had gripped me too hard, bruises like faded shadows across my hips and thighs. Sleep

clung to me like a safety net, but Logan ripped it away without hesitation.

“You’ve got five minutes.”

I groaned, turning my face ...