Leah
I had told myself several times that I would pretend like I didn't care when he came back.
I would act indifferent, like I hadn't spent every day since he left waiting. When he came back, I had waited behind the door for him, watched the door knob turn, but he didn't come in and I ended up opening it myself.
I regret it now. What if he thought I was desperate?
I stole a glance at him where he sat on the sofa, while Storm cleaned his back. He hadn't made a sound, and he didn't look like he was in pain. Or maybe he was just good at hiding it.
Earlier, when I caught a glimpse of the red lashes crisscrossing his skin, a cold shiver had climbed up my legs. I could almost hear the whip landing on his back.
He endured this for seven days?
When Freya told me about his punishment, I ha
