Chapter 100
Sienna woke up in agonizing pain.
It wasn’t a sharp sting, but a bone-deep ache, as if she had been run over by a freight train and haphazardly pieced back together.
She twitched her fingers, the electrifying numbness jolting her fully awake.
Opening her eyes, she was met with rough stone walls, the damp scent of moss flooding her senses.
The lighting was incredibly dim, the sky barely breaking dawn, with only a sliver of hazy gray light filtering in from the cave entrance.
Sienna sat up, realizing she was draped in an oversized men’s dress shirt. She didn’t need to ask who it belonged to.
The crisp, distinct masculine scent enveloped her, sending a furious blush racing across her cheeks.
She scrambled to her feet, frantically searching for her own clothes.
The second she moved, an unbearable wave of soreness wracked her body.
Her collarbones and neck were entirely covered in deep, undeniable marks of passion.
The chaotic memories of last night crashed into her mind like a tidal wave, every single explicit detail making her ears burn.
Snapping out of her daze, Sienna finally remembered the man lying next to her.
She turned her head. Jarred was sound asleep beside her. His striking, typically razor-sharp features were softened in slumber, looking incredibly peaceful.
Sienna’s brows instantly knitted together, a spike of pure irritation flaring in her chest.
Ever since she realized Jarred harbored an undying obsession for his first love, Celeste, she had deliberately kept her distance, avoiding any form of intimacy.
If she hadn’t been drugged out of her mind last night, totally devoid of free will, she would never have slept with him.
But on second thought, it wasn’t a total loss.
Jarred possessed a ridiculously aristocratic, drop-dead gorgeous face, paired with a towering, god-like physique. And as a former SWAT captain, his stamina was off the charts.
He was wildly gifted in bed, boasting perfect features and a flawless body. Technically, she was the one who scored.
Pushing away the chaotic thoughts, Sienna quickly threw her clothes on.
Her jacket was the only thing left, pinned firmly underneath Jarred’s sleeping form.
She reached out to tug it free, but the moment her fingers brushed his arm, a terrifyingly high heat seared her skin.
The unnatural, burning fever felt like touching a literal furnace.
Sienna gasped in shock, immediately pressing her palm to his forehead.
The blistering heat practically scalded her, forcing her to yank her hand back.
He was burning up with a terrifyingly high fever.
Sienna’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
That was impossible, right? Did those three rounds last night actually break him?
She knew his physical condition better than anyone.
A veteran tactical leader who ran high-stakes missions year-round, his stamina was absolutely monstrous.
Normally, he could go days without sleep and still be perfectly fine.
The drugs had hit her fast last night, completely draining her strength halfway through.
Usually, the man wouldn’t stop until she was literally sobbing and begging for mercy.
How could he suddenly collapse from a fever?
In the midst of her confusion, a heavy stench of copper assaulted her nose—much stronger and sharper than the faint trace from last night.
Mixed with the cave’s damp air, the metallic smell was suffocating.
Sienna froze, looking down at herself.
Aside from the explicit love bites, she didn’t have a single cut on her body. The blood definitely wasn’t hers.
Which meant it could only be p>
She scrambled to Jarred’s side, reaching out to peel back his clothes and check.
As she moved, she caught sight of a massive pile of used gauze tossed behind a nearby rock. It was utterly soaked in blood, dried into a sickening, dark brown crust.
A deafening buzz exploded in Sienna’s mind.
Throwing all caution to the wind, she violently ripped the jacket off his body.
His pristine chest only bore the crimson scratches she had clawed into him during her delirium last night; there were no open wounds.
The overpowering smell of blood was coming from his back.
Gritting her teeth, she rolled him over.
The moment his back was exposed, Sienna froze in absolute horror.
A massive, mangled gash—easily the length of her arm—tore across his back, the flesh split wide open.
Without proper treatment, the vicious wound had ruptured entirely, its edges grotesquely swollen, inflamed, and oozing.