Despicable Mate
It was then I noticed the torn fabric of Kiara’s dress.
Placing the pillow back on the bed, I said, “Stretch out your legs.”
Her eyes widened and she looked at me as if I had given her a death sentence. Chuckling, I lifted her leg gently and stretched it across the bed.
She winced as I lifted the lacy fabric of her dress above her knees. Her face flushed and she asked in a flustered voice, “What are you doing?”
Rather than replying to her, I got busy examining the wound. There were a few scratches and a deep cut. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Why isn’t the wound healing?”