I felt a wave of crushing shame wash over me after the sheets were ripped off. I tried to curl into a ball, my hands flying to cover myself, my heart thrashing wildly in my chest.
Yet, Vane didn't look away. He stood there with his arms crossed, watching my struggle with a dark, amused glint in his eyes. He let out a low, mocking whistle that made my blood run cold.
"Look at you," he drawled, his gaze traveling slowly, insultingly, over my body. "All that trembling. Caden certainly left his mark, didn't he? You look like a well-used toy someone got bored with and tossed in the corner."
"Don't look at me," I choked out, my voice thick with tears. "Get out!"
Vane laughed, a harsh sound that echoed off the walls. "You're in no position to give orders, girl. I could drag you out of this b
