WITH THE TREATMENT complete, Lily handed Monster a new supply of the cream he would need for his skin, and he took her back to her room.
“What happens now?” she called even as the door was shut in her face and locked. She huffed out an angry breath. “Damn it!”
Monster had barely spoken to her since the treatment. Had he picked up on her anger toward him? Surely he couldn’t blame her for that, considering everything he’d put her through? Stupidly, she couldn’t stop the guilt from rising inside her. She hadn’t done anything wrong, yet she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t taken at least a little satisfaction in the pain she’d caused him.
You abused your position.
No, she hadn’t. She hadn’t done anything he hadn’t asked her to do.
Frustrated she’d been locked back inside her room, she did her
