It was the Armitage pack enforcer gazing down at me, assessing and emotionless, not Ian. Not the man I'd caught glimpses of, when he interacted with someone he liked. Anyone who wasn't me. “I won't hurt you.” There wasn't even a trace of inflection in his voice. “Let me get you undressed, turn over, and I'll make it as easy as I can.” And then, as I nodded shakily and let go of his arms, he muttered something that sounded like, “For both of us.”
