Forbidden Dance
At first glance, she otherwise appears untouched, but I catch sight of the hand marks and bruises up and down her lower arms before she can hastily cover them when she catches me staring.
“Jesus,” Theo says, his eyes on his sister. “You look like shit, Sash.”
“Thanks, bro.”
“Get in the car,” I tell her. “You’re spending the night with us.”
“Well, hang on now.” Xander finally rises from the hood of the SUV and jumps to the concrete, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket as he wheels around to look at Sasha, and then at us. There’s a glint in his eye that almost makes me squirm. Fuck, I hate this guy. “Sasha is our girl,” he says. “She stays with me, and she dances with us.”
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