GINA
I woke up trying to recall when I had even drifted off to sleep. Memories from the previous day flooded my mind, and the last thing that happened before I passed out came back to me. I sat upright, relieved to see my wrists and ankles weren’t bound to the bedpost anymore. My gaze moved to my chest, and I was surprised to see the wounds healing rapidly.
I wondered if it had to do with the solution Devyn had applied to my wounds or my werewolf genes.
Whatever it was, I was grateful for it.
Anger bubbled through me as I descended from my bed and made my way to the bathroom. My anger was directed at Jessica for being a complete bitch—though I had given her what she deserved. Additionally, I was also mad at Devyn for handling me so roughly the other day.
I wasn’t sure if what he did was out of concern or out of spite.
Standing in front of the mirror while I brushed my teeth, it seemed as if Devyn was there with me. His scent still lingered in the air, and I breathed it deeply. Memories of his hands massaging my skin and his nose tracing the curve of my neck flooded back.
Desire surged through me, intensifying until it nestled between my legs. I shuddered, closing my eyes, attempting to relish the moment as if it were happening again.