HOLLY'S POV.

Three days.

It had been three days since that horrible, life-altering night, and yet, I was still crashing. My body betrayed me in the worst way possible, it ached, it craved, it needed.

Every inch of me was alive with desire, a maddening, relentless ache that refused to subside.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated this.

But no matter how hard I tried to push it aside, the phantom touch of Zeke lingered on my skin, as if he had branded me. My mind didn’t remember every ...