Wickedly Twisted
He's wondering if he can kill me now, or if he has to wait until later to finish me off.
I put on my best smile. I reach out and place my hand comfortably on Scar's shoulder. I summon the image of his hand brushing against my breasts back in the car. I try to hold on to the excitement I felt in that moment.
Scar stiffens, only briefly, but puts his own large palm over mine, the image of the loving, doting husband. I tilt my head toward him, every inch of my body screaming at me to run the hell away from this room, and give Orin my best smile.
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