“Why did you leave the company, and who were you with? Are you okay? Who did this to you?” Aileen didn't know which question to answer first.
“I'm okay. Richard and I were shopping on our lunch break to find a present for his wife, and protesters attacked us when we got stuck in the queue at the gate on our way back.”
"Where are your clothes?" Black growled.
"They had to be in throw it away. My shirt is torn and my pants are stained with blood.”
Black snorted, and another growl came from his parted lips, deeper and almost frightening. His eyes were narrowed in anger, and she hoped that this anger was not directed at her. However, his fingers touched her face still gently.
“I can still smell the blood.”
“I'm fine. Just a few scratches. My...”
“Where?” Aileen paused for a moment.
“My
