Chapter 22
CASSIDY
Slowly, I raise my head and listen for Noah. My entire body aches from the pounding Killa gave me last night, and I wince when I consider the messy state my lower body must be in.
The thought of seeing him again makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. He knows I use tissues as an alternative to sanitary products because I can’t afford to give Noah what I promised and take care of myself. Jesus, how low can I be?
I groan into my pillow, knowing I’m going to have to get up soon, but I’m a mess. I need to shower and change the sheets.
The ache between my legs is still there, and frustration irks me.
The bastard left me hanging, and he knows it.
Blowing out a deep breath, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and head into the adjoining bathroom. It’s small, but it’s the first time in a long time I’ve had one to myself, and I love it.
When I lift my head to look into the mirror above the sink, my heart skips a beat, my face is streaked with blood, probably from Killa’s rough handling. Yet my eyes gleam, almost looking alive again, and I find myself pissed at the thought.
Leave it to me to feel alive at being used.
Story of my damn life.
I spin away, unable to analyze the thought any longer, turn on the shower, and step inside.
As the water cascades over me, I tilt my head to the side, and the scent of Killa’s aftershave fills my nostrils.
Woodsy combined with smoke and laced in fury.
Just the lingering scent of him has the ache between my legs intensifying.
I deflate, knowing his touch is being washed away.
The same touch that felt like electricity rushing through my veins, bringing every dormant cell in my body to life.
I always believed I was broken, and maybe it takes two tarnished souls to heal, to create their own normality.
A unity forged in brutality.
A little demon and its devil.