Chapter 226 Proserpina: On The Warpath

• Sioban Sweeny was flustered. She never let anyone get to her, had never known what love was.
• As for making out, she had been too disgusted with the creeps who kept climbing into her bed when her ma was out, dead drunk, to want to chance it with a boy of her age. Fighting her mother’s suitors off ever since she had blossomed into a curvy young woman, with her long, dark hair and flashing green eyes, had made her curl her lips in disdain when her friends at school drooled over boys. Having seen and heard her Ma in bed with some of her men friends, Siobhan thought it looked and sounded gross.
• But the sight of the tall, broad man, older than her by a few years, in his twenties certainly, was making her behave in a way she had never reacted.