Page 66 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
A pause.
“They want another day.”
Another day.
The words land heavy in the space between us.
No one speaks.
Because we’re all thinking the same thing.
We don’t know if she has another day.
fifteen
Liana
I wake up already feeling sick.
Not just tired or disoriented, but properly sick, the kind that sits low in my stomach and moves upward in waves, making everything feel unstable before I’ve even moved. When I open my eyes, the room doesn’t come into focus straight away, and for a second I don’t know where I am, which feels worse than remembering.
Then it comes back.
The cabin.
The bed.
The chain at my ankle.
Him.
My stomach twists harder.
I push myself up too quickly and the room tilts, sharp and immediate, forcing me to grab the mattress to steady myself. My head feels thick, like my thoughts are delayed, and even when Itry to focus on something simple it slips before I can hold onto it properly.
“You’re awake.”
His voice is behind me.
Close enough that I flinch.
I turn just enough to see him in the doorway, watching me like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.
“I don’t feel good,” I say, because it’s the only thing that comes out clearly.
“That’s normal,” he replies, stepping into the room. “Your body is adjusting.”
I shake my head, trying to clear it, but it doesn’t work.
“I just need to lie down.”
“No,” he says, and this time there’s something firmer in it. “Today is important.”
My stomach drops.
“What do you mean?”
He steps closer, his eyes moving over me in a way that makes my skin crawl.
