I recognise my underwear instantly. Six pairs of cheap pink, purple, and yellow bikini briefs I’d packed into my bag when I ran away from home. The same undies Savage stole right from my dorm. It was the sort of thing a territorial, dominant animus couldn’t help but do to a protesting regina. I told Lyle about it, embarrassed that I needed early access to the student village to buy underwear and then… I’d heard nothing more about it from him.
He wanted it himself
