Chapter 180

He begrudgingly admitted nudity was her last preserve right now. She shifted but did a very poor job of hiding herself, the swell of her ass, small and pert with tan lines- he groaned- held his attention. Until he moved it to her shoulder. Stripes, more stripes of red, white, yellow, blue. What the fuck was it? How did she get bruises this bad?

Before he could ask, she begged for a clothing. Anything he might have. He stripped off his shirt and threw it to her.

She scrambled into it like she was on fire. No more inadvertent strip show, his cat saddened by the perspective

She knew what he was going to ask. It was always there, in the manner people stood, slightly skewed, uncomfortable of her reaction even before she had reacted. Scars. He had seen them. And she knew he won't let it go.

"You aren't going anywhere until you answer me."

Lonely, she wanted to be with her own kind after being denied association for so long. Walter Desmond's death made her breath for the first time, free