Sofia

I shifted in the wooden chair, a sharp wince escaping my lips before I could bite it back. "You okay?" Clara whispered from the other side of the table, not looking up from her textbook.

"Fine," I lied, keeping my voice low. "Just... a cramp. Sitting too long."

It wasn't a cramp. It was the memory of Luca's hand, printed in invisible ink across my skin. My entire body felt like it had been rewired. My wrists throbbed with a dull ache where the silk ropes had bound me. My thighs were ...