Page 189 of Hunters and Prey

I didn’t know how long he’d been standing there before he found an opening to shoot, but he’d seen Nick fucking me, and he’d seen me respond. I’d been so drugged out on venom it probably looked a lot more like consensual sex than a rape.

I frowned, looking back towards the television.

On Black’s giant, wall-mounted monitor, Jet Li was delivering precise kicks and hits to a group of crime bosses, taking them out one by one, single-handedly.

I fought to blank out my mind.

I fought to focus on the film.

I was so damned exhausted.

The woman behind me was brushing my hair again, pulling the dark strands away from my neck by the handful and brushing them out with long, even strokes. Another woman was massaging one of my hands and arms.

I leaned my head back on the back of the couch.

The feet and legs people were taking a break, so we finally had our feet inside the little foot bubble baths Angel wanted.

I could still feel Black in my light, but now I was shielding from him again. I didn’t want him to see any of what I’d been thinking about Nick. I didn’t want to think about any of that, or about what he must have seen on the roof that night.

I adjusted my head on the back of the couch, finding a comfortable position.

I was only going to close my eyes for a second.

I was just going to rest them.

Then I’d open them again.

I would only close them for a second…

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