Chapter Twenty-Five.
Leon froze as he saw Safron standing in nothing but a towel. His tongue jutted out slightly to moisten his dry lips, as his Adam’s apple bobbed, as he gulped. He wanted to tear his eyes from her, but found it was impossible, as he focused on a drip of water rolling down her chest into the valley of her breasts. It was then he noticed the large scar which moved left to right across the top of her left breast, dipping down under the towel. The groan of need which had clogged his throat turned into a growl of anger. This beautiful, brave girl, scared by what looked to be a serrated edge blade, the sides of the scar jiggered, the area around it slightly swollen. Clearly this mark had not received any medical attention at the time it had been inflicted on her. As he cont
