“I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well.” And I really wasn’t until Adrian fucked me like a savage before he disappeared. Is he going to make this a habit and keep leaving after taking care of his sexual needs like I’m some sort of slut? Damn him. Why the hell am I so hung up on that part, anyway? After all, I allowed for everything to happen just so he would leave. He’s a killer, Lia. A fucking killer. I wait for the disgust to invade me at that reminder. I wait to feel nausea at allowing a murderer to touch me so intimately. Yet nothing comes. Am I that broken?
