What was that feeling now? What was that evil snake twisting around in her guts? That feeling so familiar and hateful, that feeling that had become closer to her than a friend.
That was it.
It was being strangled to death by a thick-handed artist in the woods.
It was walking into a war god’s hotel room to be used and spat upon and degraded.
It was being tied to a chair in a basement while someone cut strips of her flesh away.
It was no way out and no way back.
I need someone else to make those choices for me! she had raged at Will, and it was true, but now another part of her said: but not this choice.
And here was Kaden reassuring Luna, as though this would somehow hurt her, as though any of this would leave a mark upon her when nothing else had. He was an idiot, but she couldn’t even blame him.
(There was someone she could have blamed, but Luna couldn’t manage it. She couldn’t reach that place.)
Peitho had taken Kaden’s hand and drawn him to sit on the couch with her, her hand running over his thigh, the other playing with his hair. She was watching Luna though, and so Luna followed and stood in front of them. She undid the clasp at the back of her shirt and drew if over her head, tossing it aside.
When she looked at Peitho, her expression was soft, flirty, the sexy little treat who wanted to be doing this.