Chapter 17 Taking Up The Gauntlet

• Sheila POV
• I let out a small yelp, the door swings open and Tracy runs into the room. The brew of hot chocolate is scalding its way down my cleavage, and my arms. The cup rolls of the bed and falls on the floor where the ceramic shatters.
• “Luna, are you alright?” Tracy yells, running to my side. She sees what happened and goes to work, pulling the blanket over my chest to soak up the spilled drink. The flesh around my breasts sting as I stagger into the bathroom where I strip, and jump into the tub filled with cold water.