“Wash yourself.” A swift harsh kick to ribs brought Blair awake with a jolt. And she doubled over.
“Now.” Graxon tossed a wet rag into her face as she pushed herself with her hands. Every part of her body hurt. She was pretty sure several of her ribs were broken. Every breath she took was agony. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth.
Reluctantly she began to wipe the dried blood and grime from her skin. Hating that she was doing as she was told but more than aware that another beating might just kill her.
Not that it mattered anymore. Hades had deserted her. Had given her back once he had had his fill. Her life was over anyway.
“Harder.” Ever impatient Graxon grabbed the rag from her hand. Scrubbing it over her already battered skin. And Blair was powerless to fight him off. She
