Chapter Twenty-Two
Nox looked over at Livia as they flew across the Atlantic Ocean towards Europe. Livia had hardly said a word since the attack at the concert. After she’d collapsed, he’d been the first to reach her, clambering over the seats to get to her. Charvi, Amber, and Sandor had looked on in shock as he’d carried Livia off stage and to the dressing room. She awoke in his arms, then screamed when she saw where they were. He’d looked around and noticed signs of a struggle, her torn panties, and his weeping love, and he knew what had happened.
At the hospital, they did a r**e kit, even though she told them her attacker did not penetrate her. “This is still a serious s****l assault, Ms. Chatelaine. Let us care for you.”
Nox insisted she let them tend to her, and then the police cam
