Chapter Twenty-four

He undid it as gently as he could and peeled back my dress, my strapless bra the only thing left covering me from his scrutiny.

"He got you good," he said, checking over every mark and bruise, "But it doesn't look like he broke anything."

"The pain would suggest otherwise."

"Looks like you’re tough enough to handle it," he said, tracing the burn on my shoulder with his cool fingers. 

I shrugged, feeling self conscious beneath his eyes as he let his hand fall. 

"I'll get you something for your head." 

He shuffled through one of the lower drawers in his small kitchen until he found what he was looking for. He filled a glass with water and staggered back to dropp two tablets into my hand. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed, hating that I didn't know what they were, though I wasn't about to argue.

I needed the pain relief. Even if it was only for the physical.  

"Do you want a shower?"

I shuddered, thinking of