Mia
I was confused and looked down at myself. There was a dark bruise on my chest and lower, too, still covered by the shirt. s**t! I thought in dread. I knew this would happen. I knew Andy would react when he saw the bruises.
Oh, when we had been living under Uncle Herbert’s reign, he’d seen enough bruises on me to last both our lives. That was why he’d vowed to protect me, whatever may come, even putting himself in the firing line. That was why he never wanted to see another bruise on me ever again.
Andy undid the rest of the buttons and took the shirt off me. With only my bra on, he twisted me around to examine me closely. I was more than a little shocked by his aggressive treatment.
“Andy! What the hell are you doing?”
He growled. “How the hell did you get all these bruises?” he a
