ROSA’S POV

The morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom told me it was Friday, but my body felt like it had been run over by a freight train.

I blinked against the brightness, a heavy languor weighing down my limbs. I felt... different. A deep, lingering ache throbbed between my thighs, but it wasn't until I threw off the silk duvet and attempted to swing my legs over the edge of the bed that reality hit me.

The moment my feet touched the hardwood floor, a sharp, white-hot wave of soreness shot straight up my spine. My knees buckled instantly, and I fell back onto...