Evelyn's POV
I barely made it to the bathroom before the nausea hit me like a wave. The moment I stepped through the door, I rushed to the sink, gripping its edges as I tried to steady my breathing. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger, pale, trembling, eyes wide with a horror I couldn't contain. Then I bent over and threw up, emptying everything until my stomach cramped and tears streamed down my face.
The water ran, loud and harsh, but not loud enough to drown out the echoes in my mind. His voice. His touch. His breath. Lucian.
I wanted to scream, but instead, I tore off my clothes with shaking hands, every piece of fabric that touched my skin suddenly unbearable. I turned the shower on full blast and stepped beneath it, letting the scalding water burn my skin. I didn't care. I wanted to feel pain that wasn't his.
