Prepared

Kareni’s temporary kindness had been a nice reprieve.

It’d bordered on tender.

For whatever reason.

I now found myself standing naked before her, while she worked a horse hair brush through my hip length strands. Working them until they were straight and shimmering.

“Quite pretty when it’s clean. But you, you’re a mess.” She was leaned over looking at the side of one of my thighs. “You are quite literally covered in bruises.”

“More often than not.” I stared forward.

“We could powder those, I suppose. But not much point, it’ll be dark enough by the time you’re readied for him that there won’t be much light for him to see.”

“Thank goodness for that.” I said dryly. Not much caring what he did or didn’t see. I’d become pretty desensitized to the idea of that a long time ago.

More men in this country have seen me naked, than those that haven’t. I suspected.

“Do you know who Archer Gray is?”

“Yes.” I subsided. Very afraid that I now knew who my client would be.

Archer found me?

I couldn’t i