Delilah couldn’t hide the terror that realization sent through her, so she turned her back on Rafe and dropped his cloak. Her thoughts flew as she scrubbed her skin vigorously. Her agitation was sufficient that she could almost ignore the fact that Rafe was watching her.
Almost but not quite.
She felt the weight of his gaze upon her, and was well aware that she couldn’t be the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. Her skin was pale from her time in the netherzones and she was leaner than a woman of her height should be. No one wasted food on shades—they got enough to survive and not one bite more. Her hair was no more than dark stubble on her head, shaved down to avoid both the trouble of maintaining it and the potential of lice.
But Rafe looked.
Delilah could imagine what he was think
