Chapter 36

Freya couldn’t stop shaking. Tremors shuddered through her as she recalled Bartholomew’s grimy, sticky hands grope all over her. His sweaty, greasy flesh pressed on hers, his sour, musty breath, the fetid scent of his skin… they enveloped her and she wanted to throw up. He was disgusting, inside and out.

​ Killian sat her in the passenger seat of his car. His suit jacket wrapped around her and