She shook her head and the moistness of her mouth dragged over his thumb. Something inside him broke. He didn’t want to know, but he asked the question all the same. “What did he do, Cyn?”
“He just…I made him angry. And he wanted me to be scared, I think, and I wasn’t, and that made it worse.”
Every word touched his skin and burned him. Yes, Richmond liked to inspire fear above all else.
“He was on top of me, and he…” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. But when I spat on him, he snapped. I thought…I thought he was kissing me too hard. I tried to shove him off and his teeth…they tore my lip. And I screamed that he was biting me. I screamed for help and Bram…he just stood there.”