I moved on autopilot as I carried her into the guest room.
She was covered in blood. It was on her chest, on her face, on her hands and in her hair. The bastard had stripped her naked, the only thing covering her right now was a shirt of mine that I knew for a fact she put on after the assault because there were no blood splatters on it.
I set her on her feet in the shower and let the water spray directly over us. She winced at the cold water and nuzzled closer into me.
“It’ll warm up,” I promised her, brushing her hair out of her face.
She peered up at me through her lashes, her eyes wary and terrified. If that bastard wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him again.
“You’re upset,” she noted and I raised a brow. “I can feel you now. He did something to me earlier and I couldn’t feel you. I
