“Unhand me” Elora muttered shakily as she brought her knees closer together, prompting Zane to let go of the arm he’d had wrapped about her concealed shoulder.
He did agree on no touching without permission but was she that aware, and repulsed by it, even in her sleep?
She had been peacefully resting that Zane had not felt the need to disrupt her slumber.
And though he’d violated his side of his contract one too many times, he fully intended to pay for every single time he did.
Which, now that he thinks about it, sounded abusive.
“Please stop” she trembled like a mouse caught at the edge of the walls by a cat, having nowhere to go, as it was already being invited into death’s doors and now facing it in the eye.
Stop what exactly? He tried to make sense of the words randomly com
