Timothy’s charges were utterly ridiculous.
I twisted to look over my shoulder at him. Appalled that he’d taken his lies so far.
“The only filthy act of intercourse was you forcing your way into Triana’s mouth!” I shrieked furiously.
When I turned my head back to Mathis. His hands were instantly along my cheeks, catching my head in a hypnotic grip.
“Tell me what happened.” He said in that oddly echoey voice.
“We were washing for me to take her home to Kirkin. They were spying on us.” I gestured behind me limply. “They accused us. Then Timothy took Triana. He was making her suck on him.”
I nodded downward to make my meaning clear. “So, I pelted him with a rock.”
Mathis’ face was unreadable. “I bet you did.”
I couldn’t tell if that was disapproval or admiration. It was too dark
