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That makes me pause, and I wonder again what sort of man Famine was before he was caught and tortured.

“I’m used to seeing naked men,” I answer smoothly.

Though I’m not used to seeing men like Famine. He stands apart in that regard.

“Hmm …” he muses. His hand begins to move up and down my leg again, and his touch is making me oddly breathless.

How long has it been since I’ve ached for someone?

I can’t honestly remember. True lust is a rare thing when you’ve oversaturated yourself with sex. The whole process turns a bit mechanical, unfortunately.

“Would you like me to wash … the rest of you?” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s too low.

Famine hesitates. Then—

“No. I’ve been done with this damnable bath since before I got in.” But just like me, his voice doesn’t sound as it should; it’s hoarser than usual. And then, of course, there was his hesitation, as though he toyed with the idea of me touching himlower.

Famine stands, exiting the basin to grab a towel, and I have to force myself not to stare at his backside.

Lord help me, but you could bounce a coin off that ass and I shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this about the horseman. Especially after I made that grand statement about being unmoved by his nudity.

Because my pussy? Oh, she’smoved.

I leave the bathroom while Famine changes, trying to be a halfway decent person.

As soon as I re-enter the bedroom, the horseman’s bed beckons to me. Now that the danger has passed and my adrenaline has all been used up, I can feel my own exhaustion settling into my bones.

“Get some sleep,” Famine says from behind me, toweling off his hair. “No one will disturb you.”

There is no one lefttodisturb me—no one except for the horseman himself.

“What will you do?” I ask over my shoulder, even as I move over to the bed, slipping into the soft sheets.

“What I do best.”

My eyes meet his.

“I’ll make all those men suffer.”

Chapter 33

A soft tapping noise wakes me.

I blink my eyes slowly, taking in the dusky light that coats the room.

Must’ve slept the entire day away.

Yawning, I sit up and rub my eyes.

There’s a blissful moment of ignorance, where I can’t place exactly where or when I am. And then the moment passes and my memories flood my mind.

Aw,fuck.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, like somehow that’s going to make it all go away.

Tap-tap-tap.That sound again.

My gaze moves towards it.

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