ADELINE
Julia's hair is tied up messily, exposing her throat, her collarbone... and the deep bruises littered across them.
Purple marks. Marking every inch of her throat and chest.
I see them.
She wants me to see them.
She sighs, almost theatrically, and stretches out her legs.
She angles her face toward me with a satisfied smile, like she's just revealed a winning hand in a game I didn't know I was playing.
"Ah, he really lost it tonight," she hums softly, fingers brushing along her skin.
She turns her gaze to me, watching my expression with idle cruelty as she utters those words that cut me from inside.
He was with her.
While I was unconscious… he was with her.
Don't react.
Don't give her the satisfaction.
My lack of reaction seems to kill her fun so she lets her sheer nightgown drop even further,"My entire body hurts. Especially my pussy."
"How unfortunate," I say softly. "You should get that checked."
A flicker of annoyance crosses her features.
