"They do that?"
"Yeah. Our line of work isn't exactly legal. Hospitals aren't an option." His fingers gently run through my hair. "I doubt you've got anything, kitten, but we'll make sure, okay?"
I nod, trying to breathe through the shame. "I just feel so...disgusting."
He makes a dark, throaty chuckle. "You won't be for long. I'm gonna kill him for you."
Shit.
My stomach clenches at his words, a mix of fear and arousal swirling within me. Did I mean it? Do I really want Isaac to die? And what kind of person does that make me if I do?
"I'm sorry for that, by the way. You don't really have to. I was angry...and I don't want to burden you with that."
He tugs on my hair, bringing my head back so my throat is exposed to him. "I'll manage. Besides, I thought you already admitted you like
