Hide, My Love—Before the World Knocks
Sona didn't waste another second.
"Hide," she breathed, already sliding off the bed, her voice low but decisive. "I'll talk to her and find out why she's here."
But her body didn't move as smoothly as her mind commanded. She peeled back the covers and shifted, her legs swinging to the side of the bed in one swift motion.
The silk sheet slid off her body, exposing flesh pale and flushed, marked by trails of subtle love marks—proof of the night's wild passion. Pale bruises kissed her backbone, lingered on her hips, and danced upon the gentle curves of her thighs.
She breathed and attempted to stand. But as soon as her foot hit the chilly marble floor, her knee wobbled.
"A-Ah—!"
Her body shook, and before she could stop herself, she staggered—thudding backward onto the mattress with a harsh gasp.
"Sona—!"
