Chapter 48 The Ggost In The Room

• Tanya’s lips were split slightly at the corner, the aftermath of his grip still bright red on her throat. Her hair was a mess now, sticking to her cheeks with sweat and mascara.
• Her robe had fallen open again, exposing the slope of one breast, the dark curve of her areola just peeking out.
• She didn’t fix it. She didn’t flinch. Her voice was raspier now, hoarse from the chokehold, but when she spoke…fuck, she was fire.