“Yes,” I whispered as his fingers trailed down to inspect my prominent hip bones.
One of Damien’s Large hands wrapped around my forearm and down to the cuff on my wrist. It was so Loose he could almost put a finger under it.
“Get in the water,” he said hoarsely gesturing to where Kein and Christof were waiting.
The bath was warm and inviting as I stepped in the tub. It also shieldedfrom their piercing stares, which were makinguncomfortable. Sinking down, I looked into Christof’s bright eyes. He didn’t speak and just started to slowly soap and wash my body.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI felt Kein fiddling with my collar and cuffs. As he removed them I felt the stirring of panic. My eyes were wide and my breathing amped up as I looked up at him.
“These do not have our symbol on them. These have Rue’s symbol,” he said watchingclosely.
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“We will put you in our symbol soon.”
I smiled and nodded. Of course that made sense, my reaction to it had been so primal, though. Looking at the dirty metal he was correct. Nu-reeh had thought of everything, the symbol on the metal was Rue’s.
“I’m going to clean your hair,” Evan said softly.
“Tilt your head back and letwet it.”
The cleaning continued silently for several moments before Christof spoke.
“How often did she feed you?” he whispered in my ear
“Three times a day,” I answered quietly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBane walked from his spot and stepped into the main room pulling the leather drape closed behind him. I heard his booming voice as he distracted the other men in the cabin.
“Were you hungry?” Christof asked.
As bad as I looked, you’d think I was ravenous all the time. “No, I never was hungry. She always gave me this sstuff to eat. It was very filling.”
“What did it taste Like?” Christof asked with a pointedly casual air.
“Nothing, it tasted like nothing at all. It never took much and I was very full. I don’t know what it was. You all never fedanything Like it,” I mused.
Damien had never gotten in the bath and still stood clothed watching us. He started to pace now.
“Rupe,” was all he said looking at Christof.
“Probably,” Christof answered looking back at me.
Kein spoke next as he examined my hand. He noted the recent scratches. Sharp eyes also picked up the faint, new scar on my palm and all the callouses. I informed him that Nu-reeh had the cut healed, but it didn’t take the scowl off his face.