Chapter 117 Uncle Artie (4) Continuation
- Arthur reached out, his hand resting on the top of my head, his fingers tensing in my hair. It wasn’t a gentle touch at all. His fingers tangled in my hair as he tugged at it.
- “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now, tell me. When you were lying in bed last night, wondering what I was going to do to you... what did you hope for?”
- I looked away, my face flushing. “I didn’t hope for anything.”