Chapter 40 The Aftershock

A sharp inhale tore through Mariana’s lungs as she jerked awake. Her body ached, a dull, throbbing pain radiating from her shoulder, ribs, and legs. The weight of exhaustion pinned her down, the world spinning for a moment before her vision cleared. The sheets beneath her were impossibly soft, the scent of leather and cedar clinging to the air. She wasn’t in her apartment. She turned her head, wincing. The penthouse loomed around her, dark and sleek, every inch of it wrapped in quiet luxury. Diego’s space. The realization sent a shudder down her spine.