PREVIOUSLY :
How could she still look at the world that way ? “ Sold into a brothel at age fourteen and you count yourself lucky . ”
“ They loved me . They love me. I believe that . ” He saw her draw closer in the mirror . Her black hair was an ink splash against the white tile walls . She paused behind him . “ You protected me , Kaz . ”
“ The fact that you’re bleeding through your bandages tells me otherwise . "
She glanced down . A red blossom of blood had spread on the bandage tied around her shoulder . She tugged awkwardly at the strip of towel . “ I need Nina to fix this one . ”
He didn’t mean to say it . He meant to let her go . “ I can help you . ”
Her gaze snapped to his in the mirror , wary as if gauging an opponent . I can help you. They were the first words she’d spoken to
