Slowly, she turned her back to the mirror, paused. She took a deep breath and then looked over her shoulder at the huge black tattoo on her back, the one that marked her forever as Gideon’s property. The one that – in some ways – she hated even more than she hated the man who had actually inked it into her flesh. It reminded her that even though she’d escaped the Garden, she’d brought it with her. She’d never be free.
Without any warning, there was a knock and then right away her bedroom door opened. Viking was standing there, as he had done every morning for the past week, cheerily saying, “Good morning, honey!”
She spun to face him, one arm crossing over her breasts, the other stretched the length of her body so she could cover her p***y with her hand. It was useless, though: his eyes
