The car slowed as we approached the medical building, the tires crunching against the rain-slicked pavement like bone. I sat there, shattered and shaking, trying to use my ruined silk underwear to clean myself up—they were a loss anyway, a discarded remnant of the woman I had been only an hour ago. My skin felt raw, my mind even rawer.
Jason reached into the leather-lined center console and pulled out a small stack of wet paper towels, neatly folded. He handed them to me with a calm, clinical expression that made my stomach drop.
"Here, darling. Clean yourself up. We can't have you looking disheveled for Aris."
I took them without looking at him, my face burning with a flush that refused to fade. I wasn't just physically sensitive; I was utterly humiliated. Every time I glanced toward t
