Chapter 21If Torben hadn’t been dead already, Pitch would’ve killed him. He’d known there would be scars, had touched the ridges, but there were scars everywhere. The slashes were all about four inches long as if the fecker had buried his claws and then dragged them with precise, deliberate movements.
“Seen enough?”
“No.” He reached out and unbuttoned Shiro’s jeans.
“Pitch.” The tone was concerned, but since he didn’t stink of fear, Pitch ignored it.
“Let me. I need to see.”
Shiro sighed and pushed down his jeans, leaving his underwear on. There were scratches on his thighs and some disappeared in under the trunks Shiro wore. “Why the feck would anyone do something like this? Why didn’t anyone stop him?”
“Well, he ordered me not to—”
“Not you! Bernard. I’m gonna kill Bernard.”
Shir
