Chapter 29: concerned master
Milo pov
He didn’t come closer again, Instead, he crouched at a distance, hands raised like I was some wounded, cornered animal. Which, I guess, I kind of was.
“How is your body?” he asked. My eyes widened.
Was that concern in his voice, I wondered silently. His eyes continued to scan my body as if checking for any lingering wounds.
I nodded, unable to talk. My brain failed me at the crucial moment. I couldn’t speak, and I didn't trust myself from speaking at the moment. It was a miracle I had not burst into tears already.
The memories of the punishment were still fresh in my brain, seared deep in my mind for months to come.
“Milo,” he called gently, snapping me away from my thoughts. “Let me help you, please answer me?”
His voice… the way he called my
