“Say that again.” The ice in his tone forms a lump in my throat. “What?” His fists clench on his lap. “An even bigger beating. What does that mean?” His glare is molten, so hot I cower again the door to get away from him. “What does Alberto do to you, Rory?” He speaks slowly, like he doesn’t trust himself to say the words. “Tell me what he does to you.”
