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DEIRDRE POV

DAY SIX

I was sore all over. My back, legs, lower abdomen, and even hands ached.

The queasy feeling in my stomach made the ache even worse than it should, and my head thumped.

Peeling my eyes open, I let out a moan, squitting as bright light from the sun flashed into them.

"Do I let the curtains down?" Matteo asked, and I saw him.

He was hovering over me, and I noticed he had a bowl in his hand. His hair was disheveled; he didn't look like he had caught a wink of sleep.

Setting the bowl with him down, he dipped the towel he had hung around his neck into the water, allowed it to soak, and squeezed it afterward.

"What happened?" I asked, attempting to sit up, but Matteo pushed me back down before placing the towel on my forehead.

Matteo was gentle. Too gentle with me that I almost burst into tears. He could be a beast one minute demanding respect; another minute, he was like a doting husband.

I didn't understand what was going on. The last thing I remembered was after arrivi