She sat up and scuttled toward the wall. But it was too late. Gideon saw her torn bodice and the ripped shift beneath. His eyes blackened. “Who did this to you?” Rune glanced at the floor, feeling ashamed without knowing why. She gripped the torn fabric, holding it closed over her chest. Gideon dropped to his knees in front of her, the heat of his rage rolling off him. But his voice was less of a growl now. He was controlling it, she realized. For her sake. “Rune. Give me his name.”
