Chapter 11 A Challenge

• LYLAH
• Kaelin watched me, his expression hooded. He didn't utter a word, and neither did I. I guess that's it, then. I reached for my clothes and shamefully wore them, knowing he was looking, his eyes taking me in, or fixed on my red arsecheeks with his bloody prints on them. It hurts like shit. I doubt I could sit well without wincing.
• Dressed, I tied my hair up in a loose ponytail and strode to the door without turning to look at him. I didn't want to be more embarrassed than I was. I had just reached out for the doorknob when his statement halted me.