RHYS's POV
The door to my room clicked shut behind me, plunging me into a thick, suffocating quiet and the darkness of the room.
I didn't bother reaching forward and pulling the curtains open nor taking off my clothes and boots.
I walked straight across the floorboards and threw myself flat onto the center of the mattress, resting my head against the silk pillows while staring blankly up at the high ceiling.
The silence in the room was deafening, but inside my head, the storm was still raging.
I closed my eyes, and instantly, a vivid, hyper-detailed image of Vivienne exploded behind my eyelids with the force of a physical blow.
I could see her dark hair splayed wildly across the pillows, her flushed skin glistening beneath the flickering torchlight, her dark, glossy eyes rimmed with red heat as she looked up at us through a heavy glaze of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
