“Not a monster, sweetpea. Never a monster.” His voice was soft, almost below hearing. She could hear him. He knew she could. Awareness had come back somewhere between getting her in the shower and him starting to wash her skin. She also hadn’t attacked him yet, which was a good sign.
“Real monsters are the ones who wear human skins and the ones who use their power to subjugate others. The ones who seek out that power in order to do so. You ate a rat—”
“Rats.” Her interruption was soft, but made him smile anyway. She had to correct him. That was a sign his Julia was still in there.
“Okay, rats. You had yourself a rat-fest. That doesn’t make you a monster. You know that in some parts of the world rats are a delicacy?” Confident that she was supporting her weight now, he slid both hands do
