“Who did that to your neck?” She lifted her fingers to the bruises. “Damn it, I was hoping they’d fade.” “They didn’t,” I bit out. “Who did it, and where are they?” Her shoulders tensed. “I’m okay.” “That’s not an answer, Poppy.” She let out a sigh, her back bowing slightly. “They’re somewhere you can’t go—” Eather thrummed in my core. “Wanna bet?”
