Chapter 6

Aria's POV

I woke up the next morning with my skin still tender from the previous night. Every time the sheets moved against me, I was reminded of what had happened in the dungeon.

Draven did not mention the cross.

He simply walked into my room, pointed toward the floor, and waited.

This time, I knelt without arguing.

His quiet praise came almost immediately.

“Good girl.”

The words affected me more than I wanted to admit.

After that, the days began to blur together.

Every evening, Draven prepared a bath for me. Sometimes he helped me wash, carefully tending to…