I closed my eyes and felt my cheeks burning hotly as I realized they knew I'd been binding my breasts to keep them as flat as possible.
They were acting like hiding my figure from them was sacrilegious.
Pulling his dagger again, Vanquish climbed to his feet and walked around.
"Not that!" I covered my face. "Please don't."
"I think its the least of what we'll be doing to you in a few days time."
The Mating Moon? What torture did they intend for that day?
"Hunter, figure out what's going on with her face and hair."
As evil as they had been to me, they'd never bothered me about the cloak or that I always kept the hood down over my face. Though Vanquish had often eyed it in annoyance.
He doesn't like me not meeting his gaze.
Hunter's feet appeared in my peripheral and he hooked my hood with his toes. Pushing it back to expose the scrap of cloth I tied over my hair.
Obrigado pela leitura!
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