Atticus tossed the collar to the side and quickly turned his attention away from it.
But Arabella's eyes lingered on the thing as air came cooler to the once strapped and hidden part of her neck.
The amount of relief it brought to almost every part of her body was quite troubling, to say the least.
The pressure around her teeth, jaws, throat and even eyes deflated in an instant causing the world around to blur a tad.
"Look at me,"
Right… The General was still there. His voice remained smooth but the tone stern enough.
When her irises snapped onto him, he added, "Are you telling me he never took what he wanted from you against your will?"
"He… He never did," she reiterated her last response.
"Show me. Describe how you willingly gave him your first time then,"
That made the words hitch in her throat. What in the name of whatever was holy did that mean?
What was wrong with that man?
