Colt sucked in a breath, and I froze. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I hadn’t been paying attention. Too lost in the possible taste of freedom. And my shirt had ridden up, exposing the black and blue marks along my side. Slowly, I straightened and turned to face Colt. His eyes were fixed on my side, as if he could still see the marks. The gold in his irises glowed like fire. “Who. Hurt. You?”
