Chapter Thirteen

Keeva’s POV

My throat is on fire and when I swallow I can taste the hint of coppery blood. I look in my little mirror and see the bruises on my neck from his hand. My eyes are puffy and red. I try and think of a way to hide both the bruises and my swollen eyes. I pull my turtle neck jumper from my suitcase. This will have to do. I don’t want any awkward questions from Canagan when I see him. I would die of embarrassment and I’m sure he would be angry. I can’t accept that what Zev did to me is ok and how a mate, chosen or fated, would act? The last thing I need right now is Canagan going for Zev and my escape plan going even more down the toilet.

I take my things and walk down the hallway to the bathroom. ‘Hurry up Keeva. You’re going to make me late!’ He shouts from the kitchen I scrubbed for him this morning. I will take as long as I damn well please, I think to myself. I have a quick, cold shower. I didn’t have time it let the water run and heat up, Zev has already knocked on the do