Raina's mouth was stuffed, and her torn sweater exposed a large part of her pale shoulders and collarbone. Her hands and feet were still tied. Anyone with half a brain could tell what had almost gone down.
At least her pants were still intact—Willow had shown up just in time.
"Well, well! Out there, you're Mr. Jenson, all clean-cut and respectable, but behind closed doors, you're a total freak! Looks like your days are numbered!" Willow yelled at Craig.
Willow immediately untied Raina, pulled the shredded cloth from Raina's mouth, and shrugged off her own wool coat to wrap Raina in it.
Raina pretended to still be woozy from the booze and leaned against Willow's shoulder as Willow helped her off the bed.
Craig, standing at the foot of the bed with a bath towel wrapped around his waist,
