Alastair:
Scylla is sitting with her back against the massive mahogany desk. Her bare body smeared with blood. We had lost it. Sometime after we had gotten the answers she wanted, she attacked me after killing the man that's scattered all over the room in bits and pieces. I sat up the pain washing over me instantly. My muscles are refusing to function.
I looked down over my naked body to see the scars of what she had done to me before I had lost my own s**t and met her raging demands. I hadn't been so scared or turned on in my life. I let out a laugh just laying here not wanting to open up the already healing cuts.
"You're alive," she chastised. Humor lacing her voice. "I'm so sorry. I remember some of what happened, but the rest is a hum of growls,"
"You're a savage,
