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A Goddamned Ring On Her Finger (2)
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2025-01-07 12:01:42{CARA'S POV}
**I wake up tangled in the chaos of blankets. My skin is bare, I'm naked and the air is heavy with the scent of sweat and something primal and dark; him.The duvet lies discarded across the room like an afterthought. Every inch of me aches. It's a reminder of last night’s collision of anger, fire, and surrender.And then, I feel it. His presence.The shadow in the corner shifts, and my stomach knots. Edmondo. Always Edmondo. Standing there, silent. Composed. Watching.“Mom?” The word tumbles from my lips, a slip of my subconscious searching for a shield. But it’s ridiculous. What could I possibly say to protect myself now?He steps into the light. His eyes are dark and unreadable. “Your mother is in the land of the dead, Cara.”I swallow hard. My voice betrays me, trembling as I mumble, “Good morning.”“It’s noon,” he replies, his tone maddeningly even. Controlled. No trace of t
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