Chapter 41

Iris

I don’t know how long I stay on the cold floor after Lucien leaves.

His touch still lingers on my cheek, like a ghost refusing to leave.

But it doesn’t warm me.

Not really.

Because when the mist fades, I’m still here.

Still alone.

Still trapped.

And I’m angry.

Not the wild, chaotic anger I felt when I slapped Sloane. This one is quieter. Hotter. Sharper.

I’m angry that I’m stuck in this fucki