Chapter eighty four
Stella's pov
Waking up felt like crawling out of a dark pit. My body ached in ways I hadn't thought possible, and my head was pounding like someone was drumming on the inside of my skull. The sharp sunlight streaming through the window made me wince as I shifted, the sterile smell of antiseptics filling my nostrils.
I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the haze. Memories of the last few weeks filtered in like a broken reel of film,disjointed, fragmented, and tainted with shame.
And then it hit me.
Pecan.
A cold shiver ran through me as the events came flooding back. The attack. The blind, seething rage that had consumed me. Her wide eyes, filled with hurt and confusion, haunted me. I'd gone after her with every intention of hurting her, of teaching her a lesson, but now, lying here, I couldn't even remember why.
Or maybe I could.
