Chapter 55 GAGGED.

Wynter stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of lavender still clinging to her damp hair. She glanced at Malvern, who lounged on her bed, casual yet tense, like a coiled spring. The new clothes she wore hugged her frame, a stark contrast to the earlier mood that had swirled between them. She could feel his gaze, an electric buzz that made her skin